Larissa let out a satisfied squeal as she stretched. She’d been away
from home for far too long. Escorting ambassador Cordelia to Torraf was
supposed to be easy, but by the time they reached the volatile nation on their
western border it was too late. The country had broken into civil war; Pereh
had taken control of the northern coastline; and giants had overrun the
southeast. It was a disaster. At least, it was for the diplomatic mission.
Despite the turmoil it would bring for Alryon — from disrupted trade to border
incursions — Larissa was excited to finally do something other than bully
peasants or safeguard lordlings.
Not that she disliked her current posting of being an attaché. She just
wanted some more spice in her life, some excitement. Like that thief. Larissa
was surprised when Heather broke through her spell of imperception. Usually the
little things only managed to notice her by the time she had her hands on them.
It made moving through the countryside easier — not to mention grabbing a bite
to eat.
At the thought of food, Larissa’s stomach rumbled. She made her way to
the kitchen, humming a whimsical melody. She reached for the grain jar when her
eyes caught movement. She’d almost forgotten about her. The petite redhead was
dragging herself to the back of the table, probably to hide. She hadn’t made it
very far, her arms barely capable of pulling her for more than a second before
collapsing again.
Larissa carefully plucked her up, feeling the weak hands ineffectually
slap at her fingers. She was so fragile, the poor thing was trembling in
Larissa’s grip. The redhead kicked at her thumb and it actually gave Larissa
goosebumps. She pursed her lips and gave the scared girl a soft kiss. Then she
sucked her in, legs disappearing between her lips with a satisfying shlurp.
The tangy taste of salty sweat spread across her tongue — it made her
mouth water. She closed her eyes and focused on the texture of cloth and skin
tickling her tastebuds. She pinned her treat against her palate, sucking on her
before swallowing down a pool of saliva and something hard. Maybe a shoe? She shrugged
and began to prod the woman with the tip of her tongue, delicately undressing
her.
Larissa idly flipped through her spellbook, her fingers brushing the
worn edges of the pages. She stopped when she reached the truth spell, her gaze
lingering on an author’s note scrawled in the margins: Ultimately useless! The succinct explanation followed — simply channelling
mana through one’s system, the foundation of any spell, was enough to render it
ineffective. Larissa smirked. Fortunately for her, neither of the two she had
cast it on knew the first thing about wielding mana. Though at least Heather
had been clever enough to talk her way around it.
A soft moan escaped her lips as the last piece of clothing came off and
felt breasts roll over her tongue. Arms and legs writhed in her mouth, the
sensation flooding her mouth again with drool. She swished the naked woman
against her cheek, relishing her struggling form against her molars and gums,
then swallowed again, sending the clothes down.
Ultimately, it didn’t matter whether the little ones could use mana or
not. Most of them couldn’t wield the higher-grade mana anyway, leaving them
powerless against the tracking spell, which tethered directly to the soul.
Larissa considered herself lucky she’d chosen to interrogate Emma. If the tiny
blonde hadn’t attempted to ring that magical bell of hers, her fate would have
been sealed far sooner. And thanks to Emma’s confession, Larissa knew about the
stolen gold, the murder plot, and got a second breakfast.
Then again…
Larissa trailed a finger down her soft belly then pinched it below the
navel. Maybe she shouldn’t? She drummed her fingers on her stomach as she
thought.
Grugrl
I just got back from a long work
trip, I deserve to enjoy myself.
Emma was by now almost as weak as the woman in her mouth, but she wouldn’t be
squirming much longer. It would be a shame if it ended before she could have
some fun.
Larissa swished the woman around, savouring her flavour while coating
her in saliva. She forced her to the centre of her tongue and then…
Glick
She felt the lump travel down her throat, her heart fluttering at the
sensation. A small weight settled in her middle, followed by renewed struggles
within. Larissa smiled and gave her belly a light pat.
A loud burp echoed through the hall, and Larissa quickly clapped a hand
over her mouth. Her cheeks flushed as she let out a sheepish giggle, equal
parts amused and embarrassed. She grinned.
Lingerie fell to the floor as she made her way to the bedroom, a
familiar warmth tingling in her core. Anna should be home and Larissa wanted to
enjoy their week together before her trip to Leggenas. Perhaps she’d ask Anna
to come along — she’d always dreamt of seeing an elvish city. And on their way
back, they could even pay Heather and her sister a visit.
Larissa stood in the doorway, watching the rise and fall of Anna’s
restful breathing, and smiled. Maybe a
bath first.