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Marcille woke up to the sound of fire crackling and the feeling of sweaty hands.
For the first time in many years she realized she had completely fallen short on her magical knowledge, having exhausted every spell she knew about and she couldn't believe any professor would let her walk into the world without the knowledge of how to get rid of this exact issue.
She knows she should be resting, but she finds it impossible when her hips are bucking on their own, her feet kicking the bedroll under her, and Falin's silhouette…
Marcille was already beating herself up over being so distracted looking at Falin earlier during the day that she couldn't spot the bright red flower that sprouted on the dungeon's cobblestone. She was also too prideful to admit that it released spores right on her face, choosing to keep on clearing the dungeon.
The truth is she didn't want to look sloppy around Falin.
And now, when everyone else was enjoying the night's sleep, she was…
Marcille fearfully opened her blanket, going under the waistband of her pajamas to stare at… it. Hard and engorged, pink and leaking at the tip. It had been hours, hours, and she still felt in a daze, hot in the face, and was holding fistfuls of her blanket to (uselessly) try to stop her hips from moving.
The desperation was agonizing, tingling as it was reaching its peak.
And Falin, her friend Falin, her unspoken love of many, many years Falin. The too-sweet-for-her-own-good Falin.
"Are you cold, Marci…?" A soft whisper came from her side as Falin shuffled her way closer with the intimate friendship between them to blame for now having Falin offer her body to cuddle while also sleepily reaching to wrap her arms around Marcille's neck, she felt Falin's breath on her ear.
Marcille bit her bottom lip. "No,no,no…" she thought
Falin was her friend, and she was asleep, it would be a shameful thing. Falin would wake up and be so upset, yet… Falin was also warm and soft, and it was driving her crazy.
She begged in her mind for Falin to not notice, as now for sure she couldn't slip away and take care of her issue. She tried her best to fight against it, how her friend's soft stomach was against her hard-on, trying her best to ignore how it felt so good she had to grip at her friend's hip for a better feel.
Just the thought of Falin (or anyone for that matter) finding out about her very intimate thoughts about her friend's soft, rounded body made her blood run cold—even someone as forgiving and sweet as Falin would be flustered by the way Marcille stole glances at her hips and stomach at every chance.
With the closeness of their bodies, Marcille sniffed Falin, right in between her hair and her ear, just to steal some of her scent.
Warm, earthy, milky.
"No, don't," Marcille uselessly thought while gasping for air, trying to stop herself from reliving the memory of earlier that day when they took a bath together and Marcille had been next to Falin's body, having to look away to not become hypnotized by the soft rolls of fat on her back and…Falin's soft blonde bush.
If only she could…take another look right now.
Only a peek would help her come.
Marcille's hips moved against Falin's soft stomach while she was holding tightly against her hip, biting her lip to stop the moaning that wanted to slip out. It felt amazing, yet the guilt was not letting her enjoy it, it almost made her want to break down and cry.
Marcille's hands sank into Falin's body, gripping her lasciviously as she was reaching orgasm.
"Marci…?" A soft sleepy whisper from Falin, who was now cuddled up on her collarbone , her hot breath against her skin made Marcille shiver. "What's wrong…?" She asked unknowing that she had just made Marcille's heart stop.
Marcille saw herself full of shame, humping her dear friend who was unaware and this made her already weak state crumble.
Hot tears spilled from Marcille's blushed face. "I'm… I'm so sorry… Falin" Marcille gave a broken whisper, which made Falin fully wake up to see her friend.
Falin was now sitting down, facing her with with a worried look.
Her golden eyes glowed in the night, reflecting back the light of the fire, now staring at Marcille lovingly. "Are you hurt Marci? Want me to heal you?"
Marcille shook her head no, which provoked Falin to then hold Marcille's hot face by her cheeks.
Falin's eyes on her… really worked a special magic to get Marcille undone, she would confess to any crime if only she looked at her. With her thumb Falin drew little swirls on Marcille's cheek like trying to conjure out what was wrong with her.
Marcille drew her face down, like an obedient animal. All while she opened her blanket, then softly pulling down her pajama bottoms to show her drooling hard on.
"Marci-"Falin started,but got interrupted by Marcille's big eyed stare, like she was about to break down. "Was…this always like that?"
"No…I…spores…" Marcille spoke between her teeth, ashamed.
Falin got inside of Marcille's blanket, now not breaking eye contact with rehearsed intentions. "Marci…" she was close enough that she was whispering on her ear.
Their party members laid near them, sleeping comfortably while both women shared a secret.
"Can I help you?" Falin smiled softly while her hand slowly moved to be on top of Marcille's.
"Fa-fa-fa-fa-" Marcille's whole body felt like it was boiling, shaking, not only by whatever odd spores she had inhaled but since when is Falin this bold?
"I read about it on a book" Falin said on a whisper, careful to not peel her hand from Marcille's.
"A book …about that type of plants ?" Marcille replied with crazed eyes, she felt her heart beating on her face.
Falin shook her head no, Marcille got to notice she was just a bit flushed and embarrassed to face her just then. "A different type of book…" Falin whispered only for Marcille's ears.
Marcille was in between babbling in surprise about how it seems like Falin too has that kind of needs, right before Falin pushed a finger against her lips to quiet her down.
Even on this tense situation she didn't want to wake everyone up.
"It looks like it's bothering you…" Falin softly brushed her hand against the hard bulge in Marcille pajamas, only this soft action made Marcille jump.
"It-it is but Falin…" a more primal, needy party of Marcille wanted to beg for Falin to touch her yet she was being held by the thread of normalcy she wanted to maintain.
For many years she had loved Falin in secret, through dungeons and proposals of men she was deadly jealous of, counting the so many years of hiding it and now it was all slipping off her in the shape of hot embarrassed tears.
"Shhh…" Falin whispered to Marcille.
Falin's finger was pushed against Marcille's lips. Marcille then, like her body wasn't in her own control anymore, proceeded to take the finger on her mouth until almost all of it was inside her, sucking it softly, up and down while her half lidded eyes made eye contact with Falin. Marcille couldn't help but to feel she was one of the creepy perverted men that she warned Falin about.
Falin laughed softly, not mocking but just in surprised and awe, as if Marcille being this needy was cute to her. "there,there…"Falin rubbed Marcille's hair.
Maybe it was the spores, or the crazy love she had for her best friend of many years that made her feel she couldn't just hold this side of her any longer.Marcille would be lying if she said she wasn't been horny for Falin for many years now.
"If we help this, you will be able to go to sleep sooner…" Falin's voice was so comforting and sweet, it made Marcille feel specially perverted when quickly grabbed her hand, placing it on her own crotch.
"Please…" Marcille whispered, caution leaving her body.
"I will help you, try to be quiet." Falin said as an instruction that Marcille knew it would take the highest effort on her part to do.
Under the soft blanket the were sharing, Falin moved carefully, her hand just grazing on Marcille's soft short pubic hair, too much foreplay for Marcille's slipping sanity.
Marcille gasped all too loud when Falin's hand surrounded her new and sensitive member.
Falin's inexperienced hand made for just was Marcille needed, going immediately too fast moving up and down, aided by the slippery precum to give Marcille very sloppy quick strokes.
"Falin…" Marcille said brokenly, trying her hardest to stay quiet yet the only thing echoing in the room were the sounds of the messy hand job she was receiving.
Marcille had never felt this good or this embarrassed.
She prided herself on being dignified but in this moment Marcille was pushing the blankets with her curling feet, her hips in the air now starting to thrust against Falin's hand.
Marcille was gasping trying not to moan, not noticing how Falin's face seemed to be boiling and red, with her mouth in a small "o" shape and her eyebrows furrowed downwards.
The pleasure of giving was shown on Falin's face.
"It would be troublesome if i spilled it on her blanket…" Falin thought just before adjusting herself, hiding herself under Marcille's blanket just to wrap her drooling lips around Marcille's dick.
Marcille jumped at the sensation.
If she was truly aware, she would have been mortified by how she was pushing Falin's head down to take her,how even if she was trying her hardest she couldn't hold her panting down as she pilled her seed all over Falin's mouth.
Falin wasn't an expert, she choked and coughed a little while getting back to her position next to Marcille, her arms finding the elf's waist lovingly holding her.
They stayed like that until Marcille's breathing got back to normal.
"It's salty and sticky,creamy…and thick" Falin was whispering to herself now, analyzing the flavor on her tongue.
Marcille wanted to dig herself in the ground.
"Do you want to taste…?"Falin asked.
Marcille thought she had hallucinated this.
"Ahh…? wh…?" She got to mumble as Falin's face was getting closer, white coating her tongue.
The first thing Marcille noticed when their lips met was how soft Falin was, her lips and her cheeks, the spot where her own wondering hands lay holding her waist.
Like it was always meant to be this way.
The second thing was the salty flavor on her mouth she was sharing, hot cum she had swallowed most of. Marcille wasn't particularly interested in the taste as much as she was loving the feeling of Falin's tongue rubbing against her own.
Falin had made the kiss deeper, breathless almost, holding firmly into Marcille—It was the first time Marcille had seen her like this, so needy and so cute.
The kiss managed to drown out the lewd noises coming from them, going on too long to pretend it was just sharing the flavor and not seeming to stop even when Falin herself felt her face hot, her hands so slightly shaking. "An after effect of the spores…?" Falin thought.
It wasn't an after effect, it was just desire and the ferocious hunger that called them to violate the inside of each others mouths, licking and swirling away the line that separated concerned friends for lovers.
They froze. A noise disrupted their kiss.
When they finally reacted Falin had almost launched herself to the side of Marcille, who was now covering her face with her blanket.
The noise was just Laios shifting on his sleep, snoring so loudly that it made the dungeon walls rumble yet it was familiar and safe.
"It's so loud that it can hide us, right?" Falin whispered on Marcille's ear, her lips grazing against the sensitive elf's ears for too long.
"Falin…" Marcille whined, just a bit too needy. "I can't… hold myself anymore"
"Hold…?" Falin was just too confused, she innocently thought she had tired out Marcille already.
Too innocent and too sweet, her golden eyes revealed in surprised as Marcille helped her into position, with her knees on the bedroll and her face against the pillow.
Falin's nightgown had been pulled up to show her bare bottom. Marcille smiled softly rubbing circles on Falin's plump ass, her hand slipping down, using two fingers to open her entrance.
"It's…so wet" Marcille said, impressed by the feeling of Falin's warmth.
"M-Marci" Falin called out in embarrassment. "You don't have to say it like that…"
"Falin…I'm …sorry" Marcille swallowed thickly "I'm sorry I can't wait anymore…I…I have always"
Just when Falin looked behind her shoulder to meet Marcille's eyes, she felt a firm pressure on her hips.
Marcille's legs had firmly gripped the sides of Falin's hips, sinking slightly into her. One could hear Marcille's breathing as she was setting in, heavy and hot while the tip of her new dick was slipping into Falin. Marcille's mind was full of conflicting thoughts, full of guilt of forcing Falin into this situation — Same guilt that was quickly undone as soon as she caught sight on how the younger one was using her hands to spread herself.
Falin was by no means unwilling yet she was very surprised by the roughness, almost desperation of it. How Marcille entered her and began moving quickly, hips slapping against each other while she was pinned to the floor.
Falin felt something sliding down her back, later to learn it was Marcille's drool, this made her heart flutter, she thought Marcille was the cutest on this needy state. Only to Falin a situation like this would feel as absurdly romantic.
They were a noise too loud to being discovered by the rest of the party, so Falin was covering her mouth with her hands now to stop herself from moaning yet her eyes spoke for her, droopy and crossing in pleasure. Truth be told she was happy her first time was with Marcille and Marcille…
Marcille was pounding Falin's ass, not being as careful as the younger one was being at all, panting with her mouth open and curling her toes against the cobblestone. Long gone her delicate persona, replaced with a honest version of her that needed to make a confession.
"Be…be mine…Falin" Marcille stopped in between sentences to stroke against Falin.
The room was silent for a moment while Falin looked back to meet Marcille's eyes.
Falin had now a face just as red as Marcille's, in her eyes it showed the ecstasy — How good Marcille was fucking her.
"I am yours" Falin whispered back, as quiet as her body allowed her to be without letting a moan slip.
The two women held gazes, Marcille very shamelessly kneading and fondling onto Falin's stomach,a place that Falin had no idea was so appreciated by Marcille.
Marcille was all too comfortable inside of Falin, she couldn't lie to herself and say she had never imagined this exact moment before yet she had in mind she would have been able to contain herself, not feel dizzy and drawn to ravish Falin by pounding her so deeply that the cleric's orgasms dripped into the cobblestone.
It was noticeable that Falin embarrassed that Marcille had made her squirt, that she had drove her into orgasm first. She tried to stop herself but ended up touching her sensitive swollen clit, a feeling so good she decided to let herself be.
Falin was rubbing her clit while Marcille was still inside, small sighs coming out her mouth as she couldn't hold her breath anymore. "Don't…stop …Marci" Falin managed to say, tears running down her cheeks produced by the intense back to back orgasms.
And at this moment, Marcille was at her most obedient, slipping herself deeply into Falin while holding herself back— She was also very close to orgasm but she wanted to please Falin first.
The orgasms made Falin so tight, perfectly squeezing her as if she was milking her body and the already weak,dazed Marcille couldn't fight against it.
She came inside Falin — A dumb, dumb side of herself became amused by the sight of Falin's pussy filled with her cum. A "in another life" thought flashing through her mind, a life where she could have a family with her.
Her knees gave up before she could end the thought, sending Marcille down into the bedroll just go be quickly scooped by Falin, in her loving arms.
Both of them were out of breath.
"Marci…" Falin smiled, joining her friend on a quick sweet kiss, a kiss to calm her down,to show she wasn't upset— not that they had shared one before this night, in any context but now they were growing a taste for each other's lips.
She wanted to be sure Marcille knew she had enjoyed her.
"i will tell you properly" Marcille spoke against Falin,dazed.
"Tell me what…?"
"That i love you"
Falin's eyes widened for a second, just a second before she got closer to kiss Marcille's lips, a quiet "i love you too".
Marcille understood the message, smiling softly while on Falin's shoulder, right before exhaustion called her out of being awake.
Marcille woke up hours later, she was so bundled up in blankets even her ears were covered, only her face feeling the cold of the morning. She hadn't noticed but the walls and floors truly were cold.
The room was awake, lively as they prepared to gather their things to continue down the dungeon.
Marcille spotted Falin.
All the memories of last night came like an avalanche, a catastrophe, a wave of worry that made heat rise to her face…
That was before Falin gave her a small smile, she is packing her bedroll with her characteristic calming rhythm. Marcille sat abruptly, looking directly at her.
Marcille babbled something, something in between sorry and good morning as Falin walked towards her, gently placing a hand on her forehead.
"Are you feeling better Marci?"
"Better…"
"I'm glad" Falin smiled, holding Marcille's cheek lovingly before returning to tend her things.
"So improper and so out of order too" Marcille thought. She had been playing with the idea —Only on her mind— To confess to Falin, to fully tell her feelings and maybe, if accepted they could have a future together.
Marcille shook her head to herself before getting up, freeing herself of the multiple blankets that Falin had gathered around her lovingly.
"She deserves a proper confession-Proper,Formal,not just-UGHHH" Marcille was so decided she didn't notice she was both frowning and pouting as she walked to their makeshift washroom.
Marcille didn't notice Laios pointing with his thumb in confusion at her determined look, neither how Falin responded by lifting her shoulders with just a small smile in response.