Vanessa/Lute Supports

Vanessa/Lute S

“Next Best Thing”

Scene: Camp

“Vanessa! You're just the person I wanted to see!”

Vanessa was shocked to see Lute holding her hands, her face all smiles, and began to wonder what type of tricks she was up to now, as well as wondering if fire would burst out of them.

“What is it now, Lute?”

“You don't trust me? I haven't done anything to harm you. Why do you address me so poorly, Vanessa?”

What Lute said rang true. Vanessa had been flying without any strange magic plaguing her every pattern, as was the case for Princess Tana and Vanessa's sister, Syrene. Small traces of doubt lingered in Vanessa's mind, lurking. But even so, the least she could do was hear the young mage out.

“All right, what do you want?”

“Just follow me. I have a lovely surprise!”

I do not like the sound of that coming from HER.

Vanessa followed slowly, taking soft and hesitant steps towards her unknown destination. It was a short, rather uneventful walk, devoid of tricks, falsehoods or other sorts of mishaps although long for Vanessa, outside camp, away from the ears and eyes of everyone there. The journey ended behind an elderly willow, at a large cloth laid across the ground, laden with various foods and desserts.

“W-wow, what is all this food for? Is there some special occasion today?”

“Yes, of course! Today is the birth date of a genius! One of the most wonderful days this year!”

“How…um...wonderful, Lute.”

Vanessa eyed the food in the picnic: sweet breads, small sandwiches, slices of fruits, and small finger foods. There were other interesting snacks laid alongside them, such as dried toad and frog legs. As she criticized the selection silently, Lute presented her with a cup filled with an pale, rose-colored liquid.

“Here, have a seat and drink up, Vanessa.”

Vanessa placed a hand on her stomach as her took the cup; she had not eaten for at least half a day, and she felt suddenly ravenous. Suspiciously, she promised to herself wouldn’t take a bite of anything until Lute did.

“Enjoy yourself. Think of this as an apology, Vanessa. After all, what greater honor is there than attendance to the birthday feast of a genius?”

Lute plucked one of the sweet-breads and popped it right into her mouth. Vanessa watched carefully as she chewed and swallowed, and then sipped from a cup similar to the one in her own hands. Vanessa glanced down at her cup, her suspicions allayed, somewhat.

It seemed safe enough. She took a tentative sip, before gulping the whole contents.

“ ! Ah…ooh…”

Soft, almost inaudible moans left her lips, although she couldn't fathom why. Vanessa watched dumbly, locked in a trance, as Lute ate. She felt her cheeks warm into a red tingle, and then start to burn as she continued to stare in silence. as she watched Lute slipped her fingers in her mouth, licking and sucking on them. For a moment, she entertained herself with the thought of licking Lute’s fingers as well.

Her fantasies were interrupted, as the heat that was once focused in her face, traveled throughout her whole body causing her to begin to feel flushed and dazed. Her breathing became heavier, and the feeling of…uneasiness began to take over her body.

She unclipped the bonds that held her abdominal armor and slipped them off, dropping them on the grass carelessly. Her hands slowly crept to the hem of her skirt, gripping the material desperately. Her “heatstroke” seemed to be getting worse by the second. She took another, clumsy sip; her drink was doing absolutely nothing to help. Vanessa pressed her knees together, shuffling awkwardly. Her eyes widened as she realized a new discomfort.

! Wh-what is this feeling? My…it’s…it’s wet!

Fear filled the young knight’s mind when Lute rose from her spot and looked at her with luminous eyes. Vanessa knew instinctively that she was blushing a bright, consuming red, and she turned her head away from some unnameable shame.

What’s happening to me!?

“Vanessa, have you tried these sweets I’ve made? I think they are quite delicious. Why don’t you try one?”

“Um…s-sure.”

Vanessa turned to her, and was greeted with a second--or was it third?--surprise. Lute placed the sweet on the tip of her red tongue and slipped the sweet right through her soft, parted lips. Vanessa could do nothing but stare back in shock as Lute placed her hands on her cheeks, teasing Vanessa playfully with her tongue. The heat in Vanessa's was unbearable.

“Mm! Nnng! Mmmmm…”

Vanessa relaxed as Lute continued advancing on her, and even began to respond, a typical response from a typical girl under the spell of an atypical aphrodisiac. The two tongues brushed along each other, moving back and forth, up and down, in the heat of lustful passion.

When the kiss finally ended, Vanessa gasped for air, panting wildly. Had her eyes been closed? She opened them now, emerald jewels glossed over with a stupor. Faint traces of a clear, thick fluid stretched from her lips to Lute’s. She stared as it stretched and stretched, and then finally broke off from their lips, disappearing into nothing.

Saliva.

“… Ah! L-Lute!”

“Shhh… Not so loud, Vanessa. Someone may hear you!”

“B-but…Ah!”

Two sliding hands, like snakes, attacked Vanessa's small, unguarded breasts. It caught her off-guard. She moaned as both hands fondled her, kneaded her like dough. Thumbs pressed into where they knew her nipples were, beneath the riding dress. Vanessa fumbled for Lute's own breasts, suddenly ravenous for them. They kissed again, briefly this time. Vanessa groaned as Lute pried open her thighs with a knee, almost effortlessly straddling her open hips. The knight attempted a second protest, as Lute kissed her nose passionately.

“Nnng! Pl….please…! S-stop!”

The sound of sweet nectar…

Dripping down…

Her smooth, creamy thighs and onto the wide cloth…

“ ! "

Lute seemed to know her, know her instinctively, carnally, intimately. Her hands caressed Vanessa's supple breasts, they squeezed and circled, arousing her to flow with slick mucus, around her netherlips. She wasn't even undressed yet, but Vanessa--at least, Vanessa's pliant body--knew what she desired, what would satisfied this aching craving that built itself inside her...in places she'd yet to explore...

"Huh… What’s this?”

Lute's paralysing grip on Vanessa’s breasts was loosened, released. Vanessa squeaked hopelessly, for a moment panicked, having lost something she needed desperately. Her own hands cupped the mage's breasts, digging her fingernails into the cloth. Lute's hands returned obediently, sliding down her breasts to her petite waist, over her hips, and just under the hem of the obstructive white dress.

One last appeal. Vanessa brushed the fingertips of one hand across Lute's face, her eyes darting back and forth. She was not in control.

“No, L-Lute! Why? Why are you…doing this?”

Hands, small white hands, tender from books and leisure, tugged at the hem like a little child, nagging for something. Vanessa's eyes focused briefly; Lute's face was crimson, as crimson as hers, with her soft lips parted as sweetly as her own. Lute laid her hands on Vanessa's skin. They were warm and ticklish. Vanessa twitched, awaiting an answer. Lute grinned, sheepishly leaning forward and nudging Vanessa's face with her nose.

“Well…if I can't study your Pegasus in the field...there are other studies I've been meaning to look into.”

“...”

Vanessa took one last breath as a free woman, entranced in the violet eyes before her. Wisteria, she thought, unable to string together coherent thoughts any longer. Another brief kiss. A nibble, a little more tentative than before. Lute separated her legs again, for they'd drifted together unconsciously. She lowered her head, looking up at Vanessa through her lashes. Lute's face was framed by her thighs, her hands already drifting into her vulva. She was grinning confidently.

“Now, just do as I say, Vanessa. After all...I've read all about this...”