After a brief, teasing kiss, her tongue filling my mouth with her taste and scent once again, Friede begins to slowly lick her way down my body, pulling my leather pants down as she goes.
The tight leather pants, snagged on Friede’s fingertips, inch their way down my legs, sliding smoothly over my pale thighs.
Whoosh– a cloud of steam, thick with the scent of lemons, escapes from beneath the leather, enveloping Friede’s face like a warm breath.
“Haaa…”
Friede inhales the heavy, intoxicating fragrance like a drug, her slender body trembling. A sweet trail of saliva drips from her slightly parted lips.
Each drop that lands on my stomach sends a jolt of heat through me, a sensation like hot wax melting on my skin. I moan softly.
“…I’m going to take these off.”
As if she isn’t already doing that…
My pants are already bunched around my thighs, exposing the smooth skin of my inner thighs and the fabric of my underwear.
Slurp.
A sticky, wet strand stretches between my underwear and pants, like a dewdrop clinging to a spiderweb.
My plain, white underwear and the crotch of my half-removed leather pants are both soaked, stained a darker shade.
“You’re so wet… It’s… incredibly erotic.”It’s a mixture of sweat from our run… and something else… Something…
“You’re so wet… It’s… incredibly erotic.”
…My love juice.
Friede’s voice is laced with a playful amusement, and I have no words to refute her. My face burns with shame, and I turn my head away, unable to meet her gaze.
This is wrong… This is so wrong… but I have no way to stop her. Not anymore.
* * *
My mind, consumed by a feverish heat, my already fractured reason fading into a mere whisper, reminds me:
What if you tell her the truth, that your confession was a lie? What if she leaves? Do you think you can face everything that’s to come alone? Do you think you can survive?
…Of course not. If that were possible, heroes and holy swords wouldn’t even exist.
I can’t do this alone.
There are limits to what one person can accomplish. Even a person’s strength has its limits.
That’s why I need Friede. I need a comrade by my side. A hero who will stand beside me, offering support when I reach my limit, when I’m about to crumble.
I need her. And to keep her, I have to bind her to me. I have to accept her. Her love, her desires.
Even if it means weaving a web of deceit, betraying not only her heart but also mine, and the heart of this body’s original owner, Brunhilde.
My rational mind urges me to surrender, to offer no resistance to Friede’s advances.
It’s a selfish thought. A selfish act. But… I can’t survive without her. Not in this world, not in this body.
“Ungh…”
It’s not just my mind that whispers this truth. My growing desire speaks to me as well.
Why resist? You don’t truly hate it, do you? You came just from having your nipples pinched and bitten.
With such simple teasing, you feel this… this good. Why refuse? Accept it. Enjoy it.
It tempts me, seduces me, pulls me towards an unfamiliar pleasure, a pleasure I’ve never known before, a pleasure I never imagined I would experience.
…I can’t resist.
Not the whispers of my mind, not the seductive pull of my desires, not the warmth of Friede’s breath as she licks a path down my stomach, her tongue swirling around my navel.
Everything about her breaks down my resolve, strips away my defenses, leaving me powerless, my will to resist dissipating like smoke.
“Haa…!”
My breath escapes my parted lips, hot and ragged.
Thud.
My pants, completely removed, fall to the floor with a sound like a damp towel landing.
I don’t feel the cold. Instead, I feel… hot. My entire body is burning.
“Haa… haaa…”
My breath grows shallower, more frantic. My chest, marked with faint red bite marks, glistens with her saliva, rising and falling with each breath.
An emotion I can’t quite define takes hold, my mind swirling with a confusing blend of anticipation and desire.
Is this… excitement? Lust?
Or is it something else entirely?
I don’t know. I don’t understand it at all. Even though these feelings are undeniably mine.
“Miss Brunhilde… Is it… Is it okay…?”
“Call me… Hilde…”
Why did I say that? I don’t even know. And I don’t have time to think about it.
“Miss Hilde…!”
Friede grasps my thighs and gently spreads them apart.
I offer no resistance, letting her open my legs.
Squish.
The wet sound of our skin separating echoes in my ears.
* * *
My legs are spread wide. Between my pale thighs, the white fabric of my underwear, soaked through, is almost translucent.
I can’t see it myself, lying as I am, but I see it reflected in Friede’s eyes. My underwear, completely drenched, clinging to my skin, revealing everything beneath.
The light, lemon-colored hair. My skin, slick with arousal.
My entrance, tightly closed, untouched. A drop of moisture, glistening like a pearl, escapes from between the folds, clinging to the swollen flesh. She sees it all.
“You’re… beautiful, Miss Hilde.”
Friede murmurs, a soft smile gracing her lips.
“Ungh…”
I bite my lip, averting my gaze.
It’s… embarrassing.
My body, so exposed. My breaths, ragged with pleasure. My hidden part, throbbing with arousal, yearning for more.
They say that emotions are ultimately influenced by the physical body.
Brunhilde’s body has seeped into me, slowly reshaping my mind. Like a brand seared into the flesh of a criminal, a mark I can neither erase nor ignore.
You’re not who you used to be. Not in body or in mind.
As Friede’s gaze lingers on my exposed genitals, a wave of shame washes over me, and I’m forced to acknowledge the truth.
I’ve changed. My body responds to her touch, to her kisses. My heart races, my cheeks burn with shame when she sees me like this. I’ve become… a woman.
“Are you embarrassed…? I never knew you had such a side to you, Miss Hilde…”
Friede, kneeling between my legs, seems amused by my reaction. She reaches down and pulls on the tiny ribbons at the sides of my underwear.
Slide.
The ribbons come undone with a whisper.
The fabric, no longer held in place, falls away, pooling around my thighs.
The warm air of the abandoned house caresses my exposed flesh.
A wave of arousal washes over me.
My vagina, already throbbing with anticipation, releases a flood of moisture, as if the mere thought of her seeing me like this is enough to send me over the edge.
Is this what a woman’s body is like?
“So lewd…”
Apparently not. Even Friede seems taken aback, muttering under her breath about how lewd it is.
Heat creeps up my neck, my cheeks burning with shame. And in response to that shame, my body releases another wave of arousal.
“Ah, it’s overflowing… Let me… Let me clean you up.”
Friede whispers, lowering her head, her hands on my thighs. She’ll wipe away all the moisture, she promises.
Of course, she’s not talking about using a handkerchief. I know that much.
And I’ve already decided to accept this, so I open my legs wider.
So it’s easier for her to…
Slide.
“Hnggg…!”
…Touch me.
“Ahh…! Haaa…!”
The moment Friede’s finger brushes against my clit, tracing its sensitive tip, I gasp, my hips bucking uncontrollably.
The sensation is overwhelming, as if my entire pelvis has been struck by lightning.
But this is just the beginning.
* * *
Friede holds my thighs still, her fingers digging into the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs, as she continues to explore my vagina with her other hand.
“H-hah…! Ungh… Hng…”
Her palm presses down, circling, kneading, tapping like a pianist coaxing music from the keys, squeezing me, milking me.
Her index and ring fingers spread my folds, exposing my clit, her middle finger teasing it, flicking back and forth.
“Hyaa, haaa…!”
This… This is unbearable.
This isn’t something I can endure.
“Hnggg!”
My vision explodes with white, my hips jerking upwards. A wave of arousal crashes over me, uncontrollable, spilling from me, drenching Friede’s face.
“Haaa…”
Friede trembles, her eyes half-closed, like a priest receiving a holy anointing. She pulls my legs up, wrapping them around her shoulders, bringing our bodies closer.
Close enough for me to feel the heat of her breath against my swollen flesh.
Lick.
She licks her lips, savoring the taste of my arousal. Her fingers gently pry me open.
Spread.
My entrance, tightly closed, yields to her touch, revealing the sensitive, swollen flesh within.
She sees it all. My clit, engorged and sensitive. My upper hole, tightly shut. My lower hole, partially covered by a thin, pink membrane. She sees everything.
Completely exposed, I tremble, my breath still ragged from the aftershocks of my recent climax.
My body is ready, welcoming whatever she might choose to do next.
“Huh…?”
And then, it happens.
“There’s… a membrane……?”
Friede, her face buried between my legs, stares at my exposed part, her eyes wide with surprise. Then, she utters something so absurd, so unbelievably idiotic, that I almost laugh.
“Haa… Haa… What are you… Of course there is. Why wouldn’t there be…?”
A membrane? She’s surprised there’s a membrane? What kind of idiotic question is that in this situation?
Her words are so ludicrous that they almost make me forget the intense pleasure swirling through me.
I’m only letting this slide because I’ve already resigned myself to this situation. If she had said something like that in a normal relationship, it would have been grounds for an immediate and explosive breakup.
“No, but, uh… Ah… I mean…”
Friede, finally realizing the implications of her words, stammers, her eyes wide with panic.
“I… I thought… That Gunter… that he… had already…”
It’s worse than saying nothing at all.
So she thought I, Brunhilde, had already been… defiled by Gunter? Unbelievable.
“Haa… Like I would ever sleep with that bastard. Are you insane…?”
I scoff, tilting my head back and staring at the ceiling.
“You’ve seriously been thinking that all this time? Unbelievable.”
“Uh, ah, I… I’m sorry…!”
Friede rushes to apologize.
“Sorry… But… Does that mean… Nothing ever happened…?”
Even as she apologizes, she can’t seem to let it go, her voice trembling with anxiety.
“Haa…”
It’s almost comical, her insistence, like a virgin schoolboy. But I can’t bring myself to criticize her. I’m pretty sure I would have reacted the same way back in my previous life.
I, who had passionately argued in countless online forums about the importance of a heroine’s purity, had no right to judge Friede for her anxieties.
“…Nothing happened. He almost… But I ran away.”
So instead of scolding her, I simply answer her question.
Nothing happened.
The thing you’re so worried about never happened.
Of course, if I hadn’t possessed Brunhilde’s body at that exact moment, her anxieties might have become reality…
But I’m not crazy enough to tell her that. That’s a truth I can never reveal.
How would she react if she knew the truth, that I’m not really Brunhilde, just a soul inhabiting her body?
Worst case scenario… she might try to force me to return control to Brunhilde. She might even try to find a way to destroy my soul.
“Uu… I’m… I’m so sorry…”
Friede apologizes again, her face downcast, thinking she has hurt ‘Brunhilde’ with her words.
“…It’s okay. There’s no need to apologize.”
I shake my head slightly. If anyone should be apologizing, it’s me.
An unfamiliar pang of guilt pierces my heart.
So I…
“It’s fine, so just…”
I force a smile, my legs wrapping around her body, pulling her closer, and whisper the words I know she wants to hear.
“…Keep going.”
* * *
Lick.
Friede’s tongue flicks against my clit.
“Hngh! Ahh…! This… feels so good… Ahh…”
At first, her touch was gentle, then it becamw faster, more insistent. And then…
Nibble.
“Hnggg!”
The moment her soft lips graze my clit, a smooth, long object slides inside me.
Her finger. Slick with our combined arousal, it pushes past the tight entrance, exploring my depths.
“Ha, haa… Hng…”
Squish. Squish. The wet sounds echo endlessly.
Each time her middle finger pushes inside me, my inner walls, pulsing with pleasure, tighten around her finger, welcoming her, pulling her deeper.
Deeper, deeper.
As if begging her to paint me, to fill me with her essence.
“Hngh, ahn, haa…! Ahh! Haa, hng…”
Her touch, once gentle, becomes a blur of frantic movement.
One finger becomes two, wriggling inside me, the blood from my broken hymen washed away by the flood of my arousal.
“Haaaa…!”
Her middle and ring fingers. Her tongue. Her teeth. Her breath. They assault me, teasing, licking, rubbing, biting, painting me red.
“H-haa, wait, hng…! Haa, ahh…! Hnggg…”
Waves of pleasure crash over me, one after another. My legs tremble uncontrollably, my toes curling and uncurling inside my boots.
This is… I don’t… What is this… What is this feeling…?
Tears, saliva, my arousal… every fluid my body possesses spills from me, soaking the cloak beneath us.
My hand reaches out, clutching at Friede’s hair, my hips bucking against her face.
And finally, after an eternity of mounting pleasure…
“Haaaaaaa…!”
…It explodes, a tidal wave of sensation that washes over me, obliterating everything in its path, wiping away all reason, all guilt.
My head falls back, my eyes rolling back in my head, my tongue caught between my teeth. I convulse, my arousal erupting like a geyser, drenching Friede’s body.
…And then, I black out.