The tent's interior glowed with the soft, steady light of a few low-burning lanterns, their flames dancing across the spread-out dungeon maps on the central table. Layers of parchment and hastily sketched notes overlapped floor layouts, monster spawn patterns, safe routes marked in red ink. Finn sat straight-backed at one end, his sharp eyes flicking between the diagrams and the faces around him. Gareth slumped in his chair opposite, already three mugs deep, his massive frame rocking gently with each slurred chuckle. Riveria sat to Damien's right, posture impeccable, hands folded neatly on the table... except for the faint tremor in her fingers that no one else seemed to notice.
Damien lounged casually, one elbow propped on the table, the other arm draped behind Riveria's chair. To the casual observer, he looked relaxed, almost bored. Under the table, however, his hand had long since migrated south.
His palm rested possessively on the curve of her ass, fingers kneading the firm flesh through the thin fabric of her dress. Every few seconds he squeezed hard enough to make her breath hitch, soft enough that the sound didn't carry. When he grew bolder, sliding his hand under the hem, tracing the edge of her panties, Riveria's thighs tensed. She kept her face perfectly composed, emerald eyes fixed on Finn as if she were hanging on every word.
"...This may be a record for the fastest time to climb to Floor Fifty," Finn was saying, tapping a marker on the map. "Ten days down, including two rest days here. Normally it's two weeks each way. Your scouting ahead with the shadow army has been... exceptionally efficient, Damien."
Damien's grin was lazy, almost innocent. "You're welcome. Happy to be of help."
Under the table, his fingers dipped beneath the lace of Riveria's panties. The elf's breath caught barely audible, but Damien felt the tiny shudder that ran through her. He stroked the slick folds of her pussy once, slowly, then pressed the pad of his middle finger against her clit and circled. Riveria's nails dug into the edge of the table. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, but she didn't move, didn't pull away. If anything, she shifted her hips forward the tiniest fraction, pressing herself against his hand.
Finn, oblivious, continued. "Indeed. Not only that we've only recorded one major injury the entire campaign. And that was you, after Balor. Everyone else has stayed remarkably safe. It's all thanks to your shadows keeping threats at bay before they reach us."
Riveria's voice came out steadyimpressively so, considering Damien had just slipped one finger inside her, curling it slowly against her inner walls. "The shadow army has been... invaluable," she managed. Her words were clipped, precise, but there was a faint breathiness at the edges. "We owe you a great deal, Damien."
He gave her ass another firm squeeze, thumb brushing over her clit in reward. "Don't mention it."
Gareth snorted, sloshing ale onto the map. "Kid's a damn monster. Shoulda brought him years ago. Hah!"
Finn's gaze remained serious. "Floor 59 is our next target. Last expedition... it was a disaster. Virga horde overwhelmed us. We lost good people retreating. Then the Demi Spirit Virga emerged stronger than any we'd seen. Nearly wiped us out."
Damien's finger thrust deeper, slow and deliberate, feeling Riveria clench around him. She bit the inside of her cheek, forcing her expression to remain neutral. A bead of sweat traced down her temple.
"These Demi Spirits," Damien said casually, as though he weren't knuckle-deep inside the High Elf beside him, "I heard they're immune to physical damage?"
Riveria's voice answered, remarkably even. "Generally... immature Demi Spirits can still be killed with physical attacks. It's the mature ones that develop high resistance. And though unconfirmed..." She paused as Damien added a second finger, stretching her slowly. "...we....uhm...hn.... believe a Corrupted Spirit may lie beyond Floor 59....hnn.... One potentially resistant to both physical and magical damage."
Damien hummed thoughtfully, his thumb circling her clit in lazy, torturous patterns. Riveria's thighs trembled under the table; she pressed them together instinctively, trapping his hand, but that only ground his fingers deeper. A soft, involuntary whimper almost escaped her lips she covered it with a small cough.
"Hmm... I see," Damien said. "Guess going solo again might be risky. Looks like I'm back on full expedition duty."
Finn nodded. "Exactly. Get some good rest tonight. Tomorrow we're back in the field."
Gareth raised his mug in a sloppy toast. "To not dyin' tomorrow!"
As Finn began rolling up the maps, Damien withdrew his hand slowly, letting Riveria feel every inch of his retreat. Her pussy clenched around nothing, aching, and she had to grip the table edge to keep from making a sound. When he brought his fingers to his lips and licked them clean right in front of her eyes locked on hers the flush on her cheeks deepened to scarlet.
She met his gaze for a single heartbeat. Shame warred with something hotter, darker. The idea of being touched like that publicly, secretly, while everyone talked strategy had ignited something inside her she hadn't known existed. An exhibitionist's spark, small but growing, that made her core throb even as she sat there pretending nothing had happened.
Finn stood. "Dismissed. Sleep well."
Gareth staggered out first, muttering about needing another drink. Finn followed, leaving the tent quiet except for the crackle of the fire outside.
Riveria remained seated. So did Damien.
She turned to him, voice low and trembling with a mix of mortification and need. "You... you are unbelievable."
Damien leaned in, lips brushing her ear. "And you're soaking wet, Don't pretend you didn't love every second of it....Come....Let's go to the onsen...I might fuck you there in front of everyone....Just how you like it.."
Her breath hitched. nipples hardened at the idea...And she followed quietly
...
Lifeya trailed a few steps behind Ais, Tiona, and Tione, her heart beating a little faster than usual. She'd been invited to join them at the onsen—Riveria's private creation, carved deep in the Gray Jungle with earth magic and a steady flow of summoned water. The High Elf had even layered enchantments over the area, sealing it against prying eyes or wandering monsters. A perfect, hidden sanctuary.
Lifeya would never admit it aloud, but the real reason her pulse quickened was Ais. The Sword Princess moved ahead of her with that effortless grace, silver hair swaying, and every time Lifeya caught a glimpse of the way Ais's leathers hugged her athletic frame, heat crept up her neck. She'd take any excuse to be near her—even if it meant pretending she was only interested in the hot springs.
The four of them walked in comfortable silence until a strange sound drifted through the trees.
"Hnn… AHHA… More… HNNN!"
Breathless, sultry moans—raw and unrestrained. Lifeya froze mid-step, eyes widening. For one terrified heartbeat she thought it was a monster attack, some wounded beast crying out in pain. But the sounds shifted, turning deeper, needier, unmistakably pleasure-soaked.
Tiona snorted, not even trying to hide her grin. "Someone's going at it hard. Sheesh… we better hurry before they finish without us."
Ais's golden eyes narrowed slightly, a faint flush dusting her cheeks. "Nhh… we have to win."
Tione was already moving, her long legs eating up the distance. "Now we're talking! I'm already wet—hurry up!" She broke into a jog, laughter trailing behind her.
Tiona shouted after her sister, "Wait for me, you greedy bitch!" and sprinted to catch up.
Ais paused, turning back to Lifeya with a small, determined smile. She extended her hand. "Come… let's hurry."
Lifeya blinked, completely lost. "Wha—what's going on?"
"We won't lose," Ais said simply, as though that explained everything. Her fingers closed around Lifeya's, warm and steady, tugging her forward.
Lifeya let herself be pulled along, mind spinning. Lose what? And why did Ais sound so… competitive?
They rounded the last cluster of ash-gray trunks and the enchanted onsen came into view: a wide, steaming pool ringed by smooth stone, mist curling lazily over the surface, moonlight filtering through the canopy in silver shafts.
And then Lifeya saw.
Riveria—her mentor, her master, the epitome of High Elf dignity and grace—was on all fours at the pool's edge. Her elegant robes were gone, discarded in a careless heap. Her back arched deeply, ass raised high, emerald hair spilling across her shoulders like liquid silk. Her face… gods, her face was something Lifeya had never imagined possible on the High Elf. Cheeks flushed crimson, lips parted in a lewd, blissful smile, eyes half-lidded and glassy with ecstasy.
Behind her—buried to the hilt inside her—was Damien.
His hips snapped forward in powerful, relentless thrusts, each one driving a fresh, broken moan from Riveria's throat. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed over the water. Riveria's fingers dug into the stone, body rocking with every impact, her breasts swaying heavily beneath her.
Lifeya's brain stalled.
Then Damien groaned low in his throat, hips stuttering. He buried himself deep one final time and came—thick ropes of white spilling into Riveria's clenching pussy. When he finally pulled out, a thick trickle of cum leaked from her swollen folds, dripping down her thighs.
Tione and Tiona were already there. Tione knelt in front of him, tongue lapping greedily at the underside of his glistening cock, cleaning every drop. Tiona pressed in from the side, sucking the head into her mouth with a happy hum, cheeks hollowing as she swallowed what remained.
Lifeya couldn't breathe.
A soft rustle beside her snapped her attention sideways.
Ais had already stripped. Her battle leathers lay in a neat pile at her feet. Naked, flawless, skin glowing in the moonlight, she walked straight toward Damien without a hint of hesitation. She rose on her toes, cupped his face, and kissed him—slow, deep, possessive.
When she pulled back, her voice was quiet but clear.
"Next."
Damien turned then, finally noticing Lifeya frozen at the edge of the clearing.
His eyes lit up with lazy amusement, lips curling into that infuriating, charming grin. His cock—still half-hard, thick, veined, and glistening—bobbed slightly as he shifted.
"Oh… Lifeya. Hi." He tilted his head. "You here to join us?"
That was the moment her gaze dropped.
There it was—fully in view now. Massive. Intimidating. Still slick from Riveria's body.
'…That was inside… Miss Riveria?'
The thought hit her like a hammer.
Heat exploded across her face, neck, chest—her entire body turning scarlet in an instant. Her vision tunneled. Her knees buckled.
And the world went black.
She didn't even feel herself hit the ground.
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