Phantasy of the Heart

authors note: this is a story im writing as part of a fic trade, i swore never to do one of those again after i got scammed by someone into writing my shadow hearts story for them and never getting a story in return, but what can i say the guy im trading with now offered a story about human-centaur lesbians, if u can say no to that then theres something deeply wrong with u lol


Phantasy of the Heart


Igglanova was not nearly as dangerous the second time as the first. Knowing what it was capable of, and fighting it with more allies, some of whom had gained some decent battle experience since the first fight, had made this encounter such a walk in the park that Alys's mind actually drifted a little...enough that a thought came to her that wouldn't have if she'd been focused only on the battle.

"Hahn!" she called out to her companion, who was contemplating which spell to use next. "I didn't see the professor on the way here. He might be inside!"

It only took Hahn a split second to catch on. "And if this thing came from in there...who knows what else might be in there as well! The professor's in danger! We need to get in there, quick!"

Alys looked at the repulsive monster blocking their path, and at the archway it was planted in front of. Doing a quick calculation, she called back to Hahn, "It'll be 1000 meseta!"

"M...my wedding fund..."

"1000 meseta, yes or no!" she yelled. "I need to know NOW!"

Hahn gulped and nodded. Yelling to Chaz and Grys to stay and destroy Igglanova, Alys ran forward and put every ounce of strength she had into a leap. She managed to just clear Igglanova, and as she did, she grabbed the stones forming the arch above it and twisted her body forward to jacknife straight through the small space of entryway above that the monster did not block. Igglanova was too busy with Chaz and company to try to turn and stop her, and so she landed within and ran deeper without a problem. Chaz and the rest could catch up once they were done with the monster.

The cave did not stay a cave for very long, instead opening up into a bizarre labyrinth of glowing lights in perfectly-sculpted walls of steel and small rooms that traveled up and down when she entered them. Though the place was filled with helpful directions, it was disorienting, and filled with monsters of both flesh and steel. Alys did not let any of it distract her or slow her down as she searched the corridors, destroying what enemies she could, dodging and running from most others.

Finally, she heard the professor's voice further ahead, breathlessly calling out for someone, anyone, to help him. Alys finally arrived, to see him completely surrounded by the robotic guardians and mutated monstrosities of this labyrinth. As she took a split-second to decide how to make her attack, she also saw, a few feet from the professor in the opposite direction, a pink-haired woman with peculiar ears. From the look on the woman's face, Alys could tell that she had just arrived at the same moment, and was ready to help. An unspoken sentiment passed between them, and they each leaped forward to engage the enemies.

Alys's slicer was a blur of deadly motion, cutting through one mutant after another, as the pink-haired woman used her metal claw weapons to tear through the robots with surprising ease. She must be very strong, Alys thought to herself as she sliced a mutant to shreds. Seeing that one robot was going to get a back attack on the other woman, Alys threw herself forward and body-slammed it, managing to throw it off its attack enough to cause no harm to the other woman. In the process, though, she had attracted the attention of a different robot, which opened fire on her, and managed to graze her shoulder. Alys gritted her teeth and sent her weapon whirling forward to embed itself in her attacker, but almost immediately, her wound ceased hurting, and began to close itself. Alys saw that the other woman had her hand outstretched to Alys, and was glowing slightly--she had been the one to heal her.

After that moment, the two became a maelstrom of blades, fighting back to back, supporting one another, Alys using her experience as both a fighter and a commander to protect and cover for the other woman, while the strange-eared woman healed Alys's wounds as soon as they were inflicted. It was less like two people fighting than one person fighting in two bodies. The fight sent a thrill through Alys; this partner instinctually knew what she needed when, and could support her in ways that no other ever had. The connection was such an incredible feeling that when the final enemy fell, Alys felt profoundly disappointed that it was over.

Pushing such feelings from her mind, Alys returned to her professional mindset, and turned to the professor, who had sensibly stepped many feet back from the carnage. "Are you okay?" she asked, inwardly marveling that she was barely even breathing heavily--that fight had been more like a well-planned dance than a desperate battle, thanks to that woman's support!

"Y-Yes, I'm fine. Thanks, of course, to you, Ms. Brangwin, and you as well, Miss..."

The woman stared curiously at him, as though she didn't understand the implied question. Finally, the professor coughed, and asked, "Er, I'm sorry, Miss, but might I know your name?"

"I'm Rika," the woman said, introducing herself. "Pleased to meet you."

"Those ears...what on earth are you?" Alys asked before she could stop herself. "And what is this place?"

As Rika explained that they were currently in a thousand-year-old research station, Chaz, Grys, and Hahn arrived, having caught up to Alys, and introductions were made all around. As Rika finished her explanations and the group moved inward to meet Seed.

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A few days later, the group had arrived at Nalya, and were staying at the inn. They would be checking out the meteor that had crashed nearby in the morning, and Alys wanted the team fully rested and at their best. Chaz and Hahn had been gentlemen and paid extra so that Alys and Rika could have a room of their own (Grys didn't care one way or another). Rika was bathing in the bathroom, so Alys was lying on one of the beds alone, undressed down to her undergarments. She gazed up at the ceiling, not really looking at anything, her attention instead on her thoughts.

Traveling for the last few days with Rika had been...distracting. As they trekked across the landscape, Alys would spend more time watching the unique pink-haired woman than her own path. This had led to her stumbling clumsily on many occasions, so many that Chaz had privately asked her if she had sustained an injury that she was not telling the others about, and Grys had muttered under his breath at least once about the clumsiness of all non-native Motavians. Alys had thought it was a rather unfair statement, since Chaz, at least, was having no problem navigating the terrain, but with herself tripping up so often from being distracted, and Hahn tripping up just as often even though he actually WAS paying attention, she'd have trouble making a good case.

Tired of staring into nothingness in the direction of the ceiling, Alys rolled onto her side and tried staring into nothingness in the direction of the wall. Why was she reacting this way to Rika? Sure, the girl was attractive, there was no denying that. Very attractive, in fact, with those naive, soulful eyes, those strange but appealing large ears, and a body that, from what Alys could tell, was a beautiful blend of soft femininity and tough underlying muscle tone...

Alys noticed that she was gently running a hand over her covered breasts. She moved it away.

At any rate, yes, Rika was very attractive, one of the prettiest AND sexiest women Alys had ever known. But that should not have been a problem. Alys had journeyed with attractive women before without it ever compromising her focus. Under normal circumstances, she was sure she would be able to journey alongside Rika quite calmly, never once even giving a hint that she was interested. But there was more to Rika than just physical attractiveness...there was grace, and strength, and courage. She'd thrown herself to the defense of the professor with the same bravery that Alys herself prided herself on, and her movements in battle had been so quick, so sure, her strikes so devastating...she had followed Alys's every movement, supported Alys by healing her wounds as they were inflicted, covered her back from reprisal...

This time, Alys did not catch herself as her hand returned to her breasts.

That was what it was, wasn't it? What Alys felt so compelling about Rika was how they had met, how she'd gotten a first-hand experience of what it was like to truly fight as one with a partner, to have her strengths and weaknesses perfectly complimented and compensated. If she'd met Rika under normal circumstances, only ever fought with her in a group with Chaz, Grys, and Hahn, Alys doubted she'd have ever felt this way. But now that moment haunted her pleasantly, the thrill of battle, the pleasure of knowing she was doing good and saving a life, mingling and merging with Rika, turning them into a single entity...once more, Alys marveled at what an amazing feeling it had been! Chaz was a great partner, but she and he were simply two strengths working together. Rika had not just strength; hers was also the power of aid and enhancement, of support and encouragement, something that could do more than just work with strength

Singularity. A joining of two into one. Wasn't that what love was?

Alys frowned as the thought went through her head, even though it was joined from the light pleasure of a nipple caressed through her bra. No. Ridiculous! She wasn't in love, because she didn't WANT to be in love. She wasn't going to go through that again. Not since Saya. Love was nice, but it wasn't so nice that it was worth its pain. Much of love's pleasures could be found without the burden of love itself. Good company, friendship, sex...Alys had enjoyed these things many times since Saya, without the fear of love's betrayal.

Saya. Alys frowned again, and this time her hand fell away from her breast. It had been years ago, but that day was still clear in her mind...Alys had been young, far less experienced than Chaz was right now, taking on her very first jobs. She'd loved the excitement and fulfillment of work as a Hunter just as much then as she did now, but back then, she'd loved one thing, one person, even more. Saya. Kind, thoughtful, considerate, filled with noble ambitions...a beautiful person inside and out, and Alys had taken such pride in knowing that she was the one that this woman loved. Until that day.

It had been abrupt and painful. Saya had never told her why, and Alys had been too utterly stunned, heartbroken, to press her for a reason. A simple apology, a simple statement. "I don't love you any more." Tears in their eyes, though only Alys shed them. And then it was done...Saya had left for her home, and soon after had left for another town.

That was why Alys didn't love. Why she wouldn't. Because it hurt too much to lose. And it never stopped hurting! She'd thought it had been in the past, but just recently she'd learned that the pain could follow her, could attack her without warning! Alys had been almost unable to speak when Hahn had introduced his fiancée, had only been able to give a dazed, strangled repetition of the word. And then, Saya had...had kissed Hahn, right in front of Alys and Chaz. It had almost been too much, but Alys had managed to keep her head and give no sign of how difficult this was.

Alys shook her head, clearing it of the difficult feelings welling up within her. Enough. Back on subject. This was about Rika, and her feelings for her. Which were not love! Alys was strong and she was independent of anyone else, and she liked it that way. She liked enjoying women, having fun with them, and never going further than that. She liked having friends, but having the closest thing to love be her motherly feelings toward her protege Chaz. Her life right now was good, and this...this infatuation with Rika would die down as she got used to her. No doubt things would be back to the status quo soon enough. Until then, she would just have to...deal with this situation.

Speaking of "dealing with" the situation...Alys gazed at the bathroom door. This was the first time she'd been at an inn with Rika. She didn't know the girl's habits, such as how long she took to bathe. Still...thinking about her had made Alys decidedly horny, and Rika might be in there for some time still. It would be very frustrating if she got started and had to stop only halfway done, but Alys decided to go for it anyway. She scooted up and then under her covers, to be safe. Her blanket was a little more coarse than she usually liked, but for someone quite used to sleeping out in the elements, it would not be a problem.

Satisfied that she was hidden under her bedding, Alys let her hands gently roam the length of her body, starting with a soft, sensual stroke at her neckline, and going as far down her thigh as she could without bending her back or knees. She enjoyed what she felt. She enjoyed the firmness of her flesh, the contours of her muscles, an attractive showing of the strength she'd earned over her active life. She enjoyed the bumps and ridges of her scars, small and large, gained from countless desperate battles and each one just a little more sensitive than her unmarked flesh, providing a constant, almost ticklish rhythm of extra sensation as her fingers grazed them. She liked the thrill of feeling the gentle touch of tough, capable digits slowly tracing over her, and she liked the feeling of a strong body to touch.

What would Rika be like, she wondered as she enjoyed the first true tickles of arousal at her caresses. Would she be tough and strong like this body, pliant but only with effort? Rika was strong and agile, so maybe. Or would she be soft and smooth, flawless as her feminine curves implied? That would be delightful, too. Would her fingers on Alys be like these ones, strong and sure and gently aggressive? Rika was a fighter, a ferocious one, getting closer and more savage with her claw weapons to her enemies than any of the others did. But she was kind, and sweet, a gentle soul...perhaps she would be slow and careful, with soft fingers that would push almost futilely against Alys's tough skin.

Alys took a moment to divest herself of her bra, and in the process decided that Rika would be tough like her, with eager, firm hands, also like herself. Alys wanted to be able to immerse herself as much as she could into this fantasy tonight, to help clear her mind of this obsession. The article of clothing off and placed down beside her, Alys let out a pleased sigh. It was always nice to let the girls out. It was warm under the blanket, so her small but turgid nipples were evidence only of her arousal...not that she needed any visual confirmation. Alys moved a hand to each breast, cupping it gently, and let out another pleased sigh. Just this alone felt very good. She was really excited tonight.

She took a moment simply to feel them, weigh them in her hand. As before, Alys appreciated the appeal of her own body. Her gently rounded C-cup breasts were practically the only soft thing on her body, but she liked the contrast, enjoyed this one particularly womanly part of herself. They were soft and pleasant to hold (and it was certainly pleasant to have them held!), a size both manageable and quintessentially feminine. What would it be like to hold Rika's, she wondered? Similar, surely, but from what she could tell, Rika's were larger. Larger enough that it would be different. Alys would just have to fantasize that it was Rika holding hers.

Alys began to move her hands, still keeping them cupped around her breasts. Her orbs moved and molded with her, and she moaned very lightly. Her tiny, stiff nipples were dragging across the blanket's underside, and the slightly rougher fabric was very stimulating. In her mind, Alys saw Rika above her, hands upon Alys's breasts, close enough that it was Rika's clothing that Alys's nips were rubbing so pleasurably against. True, Rika wore leather armor, not conventional fabric, but Alys's imagination didn't particularly care.

She could have stayed like that until she drifted off to sleep, really. This gentle groping, this soft pleasure, this happy fantasy of Rika pressed against her, making love...Alys was in a very pleasant realm between pleasure and calm, and as she floated along with her pleasing imagination, she almost decided not to take it further. This low stage of self-pleasure had already calmed her, satisfied her emotions. But, Alys decided, that wasn't going to be where she stopped. She wanted to get Rika out of her head as completely as possible, so she would finish this, get it all out here and now.

Alys took her left hand away from her breast, and brought her fingers to her lips. She ran her tongue over the tips of her first three fingers, then put them in her mouth for a moment, as though sucking upon them. A moment later they were good and wet, and she took them out again, and placed them back on her breast, only this time, they rested squarely atop her nipple. Her imaginary Rika was getting feisty now, and these fingers would be her mouth. They began to flick her nipple, gently at first, then with harder and faster zeal, simulating Rika's tongue. Alys moaned once more, slightly louder this time, and she became aware of a slight dampness between her legs as the zone began to tingle. She then took her little nipple between her moist fingers, and very lightly squeezed.

"Rika!" she whispered unconsciously as a small shock of pleasure jolted her, her mind imagining Rika sucking upon the small peak. No longer was her masturbation a calm pleasure. Now she was heated, excited, wanting! Her other hand came to her mouth now, and she wetted her fingers in the same way, and brought them down to the unattended breast. Tweaking the nipple between these newly moistened digits, she let out a slight whimper. Rika's mouth was now on both her nipples at the same time, sucking and even nipping at them as Alys rubbed and squeezed and even pinched them over and over. True, Rika could not have actually had her head in two different places at the same time, but again, Alys's imagination did not particularly care.

The next step was very clear by now, from the growing urgency of the pulses she was feeling from between her legs. Alys removed her left hand from her breast, ignoring the feeling of loss at the stimulation's end, and brought it quickly down to her hips. Pulling at her panties' hem and lifting her legs, her remaining undergarment was quickly removed, and her neatly-shaven flower exposed. It was just as she had settled back to take things to the next level that the bathroom door opened. Alys quickly brought her hands away from herself, glad that she had the visual protection of her blanket.

"Hi, Alys," Rika greeted her with a smile, walking out from the bathroom with wet, tousled hair and the slight sheen of post-shower cleanliness on her skin.

"Hello, Rika," Alys replied as calmly as she could, even though her body was already making her very aware of its frustration at being cut off just as it was really getting started. The fact that Rika was currently wearing nothing more than a towel wrapped around her was not helping. "Did you enjoy your shower?"

"Very much, thank you," Rika replied, going over to her bed and sitting down on its edge. "It was different from the decontamination sessions I've always had before, much more relaxing. It was very interesting to rub the soap on myself and put the shampoo in my hear. Seed always used to put soap into the water itself, and had water coming from all around me, so I didn't have to do anything. I like doing it myself, though...it's relaxing."

"I see," Alys managed to mumble, as her mind suddenly became stuck on the image of Rika running the soap along her body in the shower.

Rika didn't say anything for a few minutes, and just stared at Alys. Alys was still too lost in the mental image to really notice. Then, Rika said something that cut through Alys's daydream. "Alys, do you hate me?"

Shocked that Rika would even consider the possibility, Alys replied, "What? No, of course not! What on Motavia gave you that idea?"

Rika frowned, as though trying to determine the solution to a puzzle. "Well, are you...afraid of me, then?"

"No, definitely not!" Alys insisted, frowning herself. She wished she could sit up, but she was still stark naked under her covers. She knew it didn't matter too terribly much in the presence of another woman, but she'd rather keep her modesty if she could. "What's putting these ideas in your head, Rika?"

Rika shrugged, and Alys tried very, very hard not to notice that this movement caused one side of it to lower just enough to see the top of Rika's areola. Alys gulped and her body heated more than ever at the realization that the fabric's resting on Rika's nipple might be the only thing keeping it up.

"It's just...your voice," Rika explained. She pointed with one finger at her unique ears. "I think I'm only noticing it because I can hear so much better than the rest of you, but when you talk to me, your voice is a little different than when you're talking to Chaz, or Hahn, or Grys. It's...I don't know how to describe it. It seems a little more intense, somehow, sometimes a little higher-pitched. I was just wondering why, and I was worried it might be because you don't like me.

"It really showed in your voice just a moment ago," Rika added. "And I heard you say my name while I was in the other room, too, in the same kind of way."

Alys's mind raced. It didn't take a genius to figure it out. Her feelings for Rika (by which she of course meant only physical attraction and nothing else, Alys reminded herself sternly), were obviously leaking into her tone when she spoke to the pink-haired woman. She wouldn't have thought it was noticeable, but obviously Rika's ears were not just for show. So what should she do? She could always just tell Rika that it was nothing to worry about, and leave it at that, and they could continue along as they had...

Rika shifted her seat on the bed slightly, and the towel fell a little further.

Or, Alys decided, she could own up to it, go for it, and try to score with this gorgeous, barely-clothed girl staring at her in the cutest way. Yeah, she knew which she was going to choose.

"You want to know why I sound different when I talk to you, Rika?" Alys asked, her tone lowering to a husky, rolling purr, one that she knew from long experience could turn on a woman like turning a faucet's handle. She sat up a bit, resting on her elbows, still mostly covered by her blanket, with only her bare shoulders peeking out. Rika nodded, and Alys smiled, closed her eyes, and turned to her side, got off the bed, and stood, letting her blanket fall away in the same slow, sensual pace of her movements. She opened her eyes and looked directly into Rika's. "It's because every time I see you, every time I even think of you, I want to do this."

Alys leaned down and captured Rika's lips in a kiss. She didn't try to overplay it and add any tongue (there would be time for that later), but it was deep and sensual, an intense pressing that conveyed the perfect combination of carnal want and a promise of tender care and pleasure. Alys had yet to meet a woman who could receive this kiss and not want more. Rika gave a little squeak of surprise, but a moment later relaxed into the kiss, closing her eyes and pressing back.

After a minute or two, Alys slowly pulled away, smiling gently down at Rika, but with clear hunger in her eyes. "And that's not all I want to do, Rika. I want to do so much more, every time I see you, you beautiful little minx! And now that we're alone...if you don't object, babe, I think it's time to indulge myself!"

As she finished saying this, Alys grabbed Rika's towel and whisked it off her body in one sudden motion. Rika let out another surprised squeak, but made no attempt to cover herself with her hands and arms like most women would have, no doubt another example of an upbringing by an AI rather than "normal" society. And Alys was very thankful for this fact, because Rika's body was nothing short of amazing. Alys had been with women, many of them, from all walks of life. Some had led more comfortable, easy lives than others, but on the world of Motavia, no one, not even the most gentle and sheltered of women like Saya, lived to adulthood without life marking them in some way. A few small scars, an asymmetrical feature, always there was something that life on the desert planet had inflicted on them.

But not Rika. Rika, born and raised in a perfectly sheltered environment, only exposed to rough terrain, bad weather, and monsters in the last couple of days, was absolutely flawless. Alys swallowed as her eyes roamed the perfect, smooth, unbroken skin, still carrying a slight moist sheen from the shower, of the woman sitting below her, her seduction almost forgotten. In many ways, this was the most beautiful woman on this planet...

"S-So...what else...did you want to do?" Rika finally asked, smiling in a nervous but excited way. Obviously she had enjoyed that kiss.

Alys shook herself out of her trance. There was no need to be so entranced by Rika's body now, for she was about to explore it firsthand!

Alys laid her hands on Rika's smooth, rounded shoulders and gently pushed the pink-haired girl down, then moved forward to straddle her, making sure that she dragged herself against Rika's smooth legs and thighs as she did. Rika had strength, Alys could feel its evidence lurking behind that unmarked skin...but her surface was soft and smooth, and Alys thrilled at the sensation of her own skin in contact with it. Running her hands along her smooth body, she felt herself grow more aroused by the slight shudder of the figure under her, the ripple of that gorgeous body against her own. Leaning in, she gently flicked her tongue along the edge of Rika’s right ear, getting a soft moan in response. Moving over to the other side, she did the same, and got another moan. Alys made a mental note that Rika's ears were as sensitive as they were alluringly pronounced.

The intense need between her legs was back, and with a vengeance. Unable to really resist her need, Alys began to grind her hips slowly, against Rika's torso. She could have moved herself lower, could have aligned their womanhoods for this, but no...as nice as that could be, as romantic (not romantic! Sensual! This wasn't romantic!) as that could be, when she brought Rika to her peak, Alys wanted to be there at ground zero, to see it all happen close up. The firm muscles coated with silk smooth skin was like heaven against Alys's needy core, especially compared to the rough fabric of the blanket she'd recently been in contact with. Rika cooed meekly at the strange but delightful new sensations, in particular the delicate caresses against her ears, which she was discovering were just as sensitive to touch as to sound.

Alys moved in for another kiss, gently pressing her lips against Rika’s. She felt a spark running through her; Rika was kissing back. it was a simple kiss, as before, but there was a heat behind it that defied words.

Breaking away, Alys brought her hands to Rika’s chest. Like the rest of her skin, her breasts were still a bit wet from the shower, and even a bit warm. They had a wonderful give that let her fingers sink in. Every small touch drew new sounds out of her partner. Just as when she was playing with herself, this could easily have satisfied the hunter, but she wanted so much more. Grinding her hips a bit harder, she shifted her position lower, now pressing herself against Rika's thigh, so that she could take one of Rika’s small, pink nipples in her mouth. She gently suckled. Rika let out a high-pitched, whimpering purr that was so erotically adorable that Alys very nearly came then and there.

No, she told herself. Not yet. She wanted to make this last.

Alys's mouth was only on the nipple for a moment, only suckling it and swirling her tongue around it momentarily. She pulled away, and repeated the action on the other, again driving an intoxicating high-pitched purr from her lover (no, partner), but again, only for a moment. As she lifted her mouth away, Rika quietly asked her, "Please, Alys, please do that again? It was so nice, I, I want more, please!"

Alys smiled, gently but with obvious seductive intent. "In good time, babe...first I'd like to explore."

And explore she did. Alys lifted herself higher, kissed Rika's forehead and cute little nose. She ran her tongue below each ear gently, and was pleased to hear more moans from the woman below her; it seemed the skin below the ear was sensitive, too. She trailed a hand gently over Rika's cheeks and softly lined her lips with a finger, taking in the flawless detail through touch. Then Alys brought herself a little lower, and began to lightly kiss the nape of Rika's neck, and trail her tongue along the other woman's throat, thrilling at the vibrations she felt as Rika let out whimpers and shaking breaths. As she did this, her hands each explored the rounded shoulders below her, taking in their curves, their soft skin, the solid bone beneath.

She did this for an indeterminable amount of time, exploring this lovely woman through touch, committing each inch of her to memory. She was unhurried, even as she pressed gradually harder and faster against Rika's thigh. She placed her face between Rika's soft, round breasts and breathed deep of her valley's air, then dipped her tongue against the skin there, while Alys's hands ran themselves down Rika's sides, softly taking in the length of her flawless flesh. Alys kissed her elbows, licked her fingers, gently ran fingers through Rika's palms and pressed her own palms against the woman's back gently from top to bottom, grasped Rika's small, yet soft posterior as she stroked her tongue against Rika's belly and lower chest, kissed the spot where Rika's belly button should have been (an artificially grown life form, indeed!) while her hands went lower, stroked the outside and front of her thighs. Eventually Alys had to remove herself from Rika's skin, leaving a sheen of her arousal upon the woman's leg that she then ran her tongue over. If Rika had any reaction to Alys's audacity at savoring her own sexual fluids, she didn't make it known, though by this point she was shaking and purring constantly, so it would have been hard to tell. Even as Alys's body cried out in loss at being taken from Rika's thigh, and demanded satisfaction, Alys bent Rika's legs up, laying kisses upon the front and back of her knees, and gently grasped at her calves. She finished by kissing each of Rika's perfect little toes in succession, and giving her two big ones a quick suckle. All the while, Alys would occasionally tweak one of Rika's nipples with her fingers, or move her head over to give them a quick flick of her tongue, keeping the pleasure fully on Rika's mind the whole time.

In this way, Alys committed to her memory forever the flawless perfection of Rika in this moment. She knew she would never have another chance to. She would have sex with Rika again, hopefully, but the next time she did so, the woman was sure to have been marked at least a few times by the harsh obstacles of their journey and world. It was miraculous luck that she had not yet been given a scarring wound. This was Alys's one chance to fully appreciate a body free of flaws, and now she could be satisfied that she had taken full advantage of this opportunity.

Finally finished, Alys rose up and looked down at the woman on the bed, lovingly watching Rika's chest swell and fall rapidly with each excited breath, listening to the desperate pleas of her purrs and heavy breathing, taking in the sight of moisture making that beautiful skin glisten, moisture that was no longer residual from the shower, but instead perspiration and the wake of Alys's oral explorations.

"And now," Alys whispered, her own voice heavy and throaty with desire, "let me show you what I want to do with you the most."

She knelt once more, and brought her lips down to the one place on Rika that she had not explored yet: her smooth, hairless (was it shaved or natural, Alys wondered...could be either way with a different lifeform) crotch. Her tongue slowly, languidly lowered, and began to circle around the woman's slightly puffy labia, and Rika threw her head back and let out a shuddering, purring moan. Alys circled her opening a few times, increasing the already hopelessly needy woman's desire, before finally pushing her tongue inside. Rika nearly jumped from the bed at this, and cried out. Alys set to exploring her sweet vagina, and was shocked by just how delicious it was. Rika's sexual fluids tasted of strawberries, distinctly so, more than any woman Alys had been with before had ever resembled any taste. Inordinately fond of both strawberries and sexually gratifying women, Alys began to swirl her tongue around, poking, prodding, lashing it quickly and then slowly applying pressure, eager to taste every droplet she could and to bring more as quickly as possible. Rika was moaning constantly now, gripping the sheets of the bed tightly with her hands and calling out Alys's name. She was close, Alys knew it, and it was time to finish this--

Suddenly, Alys felt Rika's insides clamp around her tongue with a strength and desperation that could only mean one thing: Rika had hit her peak, and was coming. The near-voiceless shriek that suddenly tore its way from Rika's throat confirmed it. Alys's eyes widened in surprise as she eagerly caught the ensuing tiny stream of cum with her entrapped, thrashing tongue. She kept licking through Rika's orgasm, giving the woman as much pleasure to ride out as possible, before finally drawing away as Rika laid panting, still trembling a little. Alys savored the strawberry liquid in her mouth for a moment, and swallowed.

Rika could orgasm from vaginal pleasure alone! Lucky girl; Alys could count on one hand the number of lovers she'd had who could do so without attention to their clit.

"So, did you like that?" Alys asked Rika, sexily but redundantly. Rika nodded weakly, but said nothing more than a mewling groan. Having achieved her goal of satisfying Rika, Alys now felt her own wetness all the more prominently, and Rika's adorable, high-pitched noises weren't helping matters. "Would you like more?" Rika nodded, and Alys cheered inwardly. "In that case, would you be up for making me feel good, too?"

Rika nodded again, and managed to say, "Yes, I...I'd love to. Oh, Alys, that was so wonderful, thank you so much..."

"You're welcome, sexy," Alys told her, getting onto the bed. She repositioned herself so that she was above Rika, looking down on her only recently settled pussy, with her own right above Rika's face. Before she began, Alys instructed her, "Don't worry about disappointing me, just do your best and I'll enjoy it very much no matter what. But please try to hit that little button right above my opening, okay? That's what's going to make me feel good the most."

Rika nodded, and replied, "Um, y-yes, Alys, I...I know. I don't know how, but I know what you mean."

With that, Alys lowered herself to Rika's smooth cunny. This time, she didn't bother with going within, and instead began to circle her tongue around Rika's prominent little clit. Rika moaned, and suddenly Alys felt Rika's tongue within her vagina, lapping away at her insides. It felt so, so good, and was finally the kind of stimulation that her body had been wanting this whole time. Alys groaned and closed her eyes, giving herself a moment to simply enjoy the sensations pulsing through her. Then, she darted her tongue out against Rika's clit.

Rika's body jerked, and she squealed into Alys's depths, which was a nice feeling itself. Alys did it again, and got a similar reaction. She then began to lash her tongue back and forth against the little pleasure button, and Rika began to moan louder than ever, even than when she had been coming before. A moment later, Alys knew exactly how she felt as Rika placed a finger against Alys's own clit and began to rub it in circles.

The pleasure was so much, so needed, that Alys nearly couldn't keep conscious. Clenching her jaw in determination in the face of such pleasure, she began to lick harder and faster at Rika's clit, which caused Rika to howl into her pussy and begin tapping her clit, hard. The two women began to rock back and forth in unison, each one's thighs moving to lock the other's head in place. They both held out as long as they could, not wanting this pleasure to end, ever, even as Alys could feel the rush of orgasm approaching. She held it off as long as possible, as much as she could, feeling it building up against her, threatening to overflow. She couldn't...keep it up...

At the same time, Alys drew Rika's clit into her mouth and sucked upon it, and Rika grabbed Alys's and lightly pinched it. Their faces clenched in helpless pleasure as their bodies seized up and began to spasm in pure heaven, Alys gripping Rika's tongue as Rika had gripped hers before, Alys hastily shoving a finger into Rika to give her something to pleasurably squeeze. They both screamed the same pitched, helpless cry of blissful woe, their minds on nothing but pleasure and love for the woman they were connected to.

Finally, as their bodies slowed, their minds came down and returned to their control, as a different pleasure washed over them, the pleasure of satisfaction and quiet of post-climax happiness, they separated, and laid together in the bed, Alys holding Rika against her protectively, possessively, needingly, and Rika snuggling up into that embrace. The second bed was forgotten, the covers were forgotten, the unextinguished light was forgotten. All that mattered in that moment was the other, and the words that one of them spoke as they drifted to sleep.

"I love you."