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Today felt like a strange dream for Marcille. The kind of dream where minutes feel like hours, yet your brain feels almost entirely under control over it. A terrifying brawl with a dragon ended in her fear of the worst. And she'd managed to make the best of it. The dragon was defeated, and Falin was resurrected despite it all.
There she was, sharing a bed once more with her best friend. Yeah, her best friend... Definitely just her best fr-
...Wait. Why was her best friend whining in her sleep? Marcille certainly could judge her for a troubled sleep. One of them went toe-to-toe with a towering dragon, while the other just escaped the consequences of getting devoured by the now-dead beast. Marcille hadn't managed to get a blink of sleep yet, a combination of brawl-fueled adrenaline and worry for her best friend had her mind stirring too much for comfort.
A new reason for her wakefulness had implanted into the elf's brain. Not that she was obsessed with Falin or anything. But she knew her little sleeping sounds all too well by now. Her soft, almost needy whines were something entirely new. The elf felt a little bad waking the recently revived human up, though. She pondered it for a good minute, getting ready to nudge her shoulder.
"...Mwahhhh..." Luckily, Falin beat the elf to the nudge, yawning herself awake and immediately looking in the direction of her doting friend, eyes half shut in that adorable, precious little facial expression Marcille loved.
As a friend. Obviously.
"Couldn't get any sleep either, huh?" Marcille spoke with quiet concern, her right hand making a soft advance towards Falin's shoulder, rubbing it with a gentle, slightly flushed smile. She couldn't help her need for contact. Even just the last few days without Falin in her life had her feeling a longing in the deepest regions of her heart. As a friend. Obviously.
Falin didn't mind it, though, nodding her head and relishing contact with her best friend for a few moments, speaking in an even softer tone than the concerned Marcille. "Mhm..." Falin seemed almost a little embarrassed about it, though, flushing in the same fashion as Marcille. Typically that wasn't like her. It took her friend standing up ass naked for her to blush as bright as she was starting to now.
Marcille picked up on it just as fast as she did with Falin's sleep whining, a warm smile growing on her face as her eyes made contact with her blushy bestie. "You don't have to be embarrassed about it. I don't think I'd be able to sleep if I went through all that..." Unknowingly, Marcille made a very valid point. She probably wouldn't be able to sleep in Falin's current... predicament...
"N-No it's uhm... Maybe I should just..." Falin knew she was safe with Marcille. Even if this was inappropriate, her best friend wouldn't mind. She had this strangest hunch that Marcille might even like it. With a surprisingly low amount of hesitation, Falin pulled the top of the sleeping bag they were under down to her feet, spreading her legs slightly to reveal an eight-inch, underwear-hindering problem. "...I think it's mana build up... and uhm... seeing you again..." That would be a bold confession if both parties weren't the least subtle lesbians imaginable.
It's not like it was Marcille's first time seeing Falin's length either. They were best friends after all. It still managed to get Marcille as red as a Chimera's tail, though. "Oh! Right! That makes so much sense!" She tried to maintain that air of composure she liked to hold, smiling away like she wasn't staring at the twitching pole of human fuck meat, hidden so poorly in Falin's boxers. "Welllllll... What should we... you know..." That composure wasn't able to last long, though. Marcille was already slipping a hand between her legs at just the covered-up sight of Falin's pre-leaking girlcock.
"...I have an idea..." With a level of impulsiveness Marcille should have anticipated, Falin moved her long shirt up, reaching into the waistband of her boxers and pulling at it, moving the underwear down to her knees, freeing her aching length from its loose, cloth prison. As Marcille suggested, Falin was clean-shaven across her entire public region. Marcille's stranger magic had always made that easy, if a little embarrassing.
"W-Well I-I..." Yet nobody was more embarrassed than Marcille. Not because this was anything new. She'd seen all this and more in the baths just a few hours ago. But her far more apparent arousal made her look like a freak. That was until she remembered... Nobody else could see them...
So why pretend to have reservations? Why talk herself out of a night of passion with the best friend she'd missed more than she'd miss oxygen? "Do you think we could be quiet enough to... let that mana tension out?" Marcille mused. The walls in this place seemed decently thick, but Marcille had a knack for loud moans. "I guess if we tried to be quiet..."
"I think we could risk it." Clouded by an intensity of lust Falin had never felt before, she nodded her head. With Marcille's affirmation and agreement, Falin felt comfortable enough to let her hand start to idly glide up and down her impressive length, sticky drips of pre leaking from the tip, earning a little bit of salivation from the keenly watching elf. The human picked up on it fast. "Do you want to replace it?" Falin's flirting game always took a little bit to get going. She was a beast when she'd gotten herself into it, but that took some coaxing.
"Uh-huhhhh!!!" The kind of coaxing Marcille was an accidental expert at. The quiet, joyful excitement and almost childish head-nodding just made Falin feel special. She truly did miss her. "Though I should probably..." Falin was about to see something she'd missed even more. Marcille never liked having sex clothed. The elf in her didn't like feeling like she was sullying perfectly good clothes with the sweat and... other juices... of love! Some might find that strange, but Falin found it endearing.
She found the now bare sight in front of her so much more than endearing, though. Her eyes didn't fully open for much, but a chance to see her best friend's perfect figure got those beautiful eyes out of their sleepy-looking shell. To Falin, Marcille was an even greater picture of beauty than a Siren. Round, firm, C-Cup breasts always caught her eyes first, but she always ended up trailing down Marcille's thin, curvy hips to the elf's perfect, needy little pussy, dripping Marcille's sweet juices onto their sleeping bag with a noticeable bit of chagrin from the elf. "A-Are you just gonna stare...?"
Falin was staring a little bit longer than she thought, cheeks flushing a little more when her brain came back to Earth. "Sorry! You're just... You're really easy to stare at, Marcille..." After earning a blush from the blonde elf, Falin got to work on her own less complicated undressing, purely out of respect for Marcille, of course. Her boxers were idly kicked off onto the floor, followed by her long, loaner shirt. In a flash, the human was as nude as the moment she was resurrected, albeit with far less plasmatic viscera.
Marcille, naturally, stared even less respectfully than Falin had, eyes darting across every beautiful part of her best pal's nude body. Just like Marcille, Falin had her own pair of perky C-Cups. However, Falin didn't quite have the thin, perfectly maintained model figure of the elf. Falin always worried a bit about it, concerned with meeting the standards of her best friend.
Over time that had changed. Marcille's little bit of drooling as her eyes trailed from Falin's soft, chubby belly to the thick, hungry pillar of meat between her legs made it clear. Marcille didn't want Falin any other way. "Marcille?" Just as Falin had before, the elf got lost in her ogling.
Marcille would give herself a light slap to the cheek before her focus would return to the dire matter at hand. Or at least, soon to be in Marcille's hand. "Ehehehe... I guess we're both a little easy to look at, huh?" The elf already sounded tipsy before a single bit of skin-to-skin contact had gotten going. She truly couldn't help it! Falin's beautiful body just did this to her.
"So uhm... Do you mind...-" Before Falin even had the chance to ask Marcille to begin, the elf's hand had instinctively slipped down to Falin's leaking length, softly dancing her hand up and down it with the kind of accrued experience you only get from spending so much time pleasing the same lover.
Best friend. Obviously.
"Th-Thank you!" Polite as ever, Falin thanked the elf through a growing song of soft whines and quiet, relaxed moans. Marcille's hand felt so truly effortless, stroking from tip to base with a flawless understanding of everything from the firmness to the build-up of speed Falin liked. She even knew to take the occasional, brief little break to fondle and massage the healer's dangling, heavy balls below.
"Wow, you're really pent up tonight. You've never leaked this much pre-cum before." Marcille, enamored both by Falin and the potential side effects of her resurrection, scratched her chin with her left hand, while her right continued milking and pumping the human's cock with impressive effortlessness. Even lost in thought, she was savoring that missed feeling of stroking her favourite cock in the world.
It was also the only cock she'd stroked. But who's keeping count?
"Marcille I..." Falin reached down towards her throbbing girlmeat, stopping Marcille's hand with visible disappointment and confusion on the elf's adorable little face. Falin didn't keep her waiting on the reason, though. "Do you think we could... try that thing~?" As blushy as she was while speaking, Falin's voice had an almost strange level of seduction to it. Whether that was due to the overflow of mana, Marcille's wonderful, soft hand, or something else entirely, neither of the girls knew.
"The what...? Ohhhhh! The boob thing!" Both Marcille and Falin's cheeks flared up at the thought. The elf was always a little hesitant about performing what people colloquially called a "titjob." She had the size for it, but what if she wasn't any good at it?
"...Sit up please." No. Marcille was doing it tonight. She thought she'd lost her best friend and/or lover forever. She just got her back from the brink of mutual dragon death. If Falin wanted to cum all over her tits, then it was Marcille's duty to facilitate that. "So the books told me I should do this..." In her excited, lustful daze, Marcille admitted to researching this particular position. One may wonder where you even find scholarly books on titjobs. Approximately three rows from the resurrection spells. Marcille paroused both the dark magic and sexual advice areas of the elven libraries more thoroughly than should be considered healthy.
For Falin, however, it meant that Marcille had an impressive understanding of this new, bold frontier in best friend loving. With a little bit of work, Falin's throbbing dick was resting in the soft, pillowy embrace of Marcille's breasts. The elf gave herself a few moments to get used to the sensation, hands resting on her mana melons with a soft, supportive smile on her seemingly ever-blushy face. "This doesn't feel as weird as I thought it would at all!" She seemed surprised by how natural this felt. Her soft tits were the perfect size for embracing Falin's thick pole, the head of her cock peeking out fully from the elf's cleavage like the dungeon's horniest hot dog.
She even got to stare right into Falin's pretty, opened eyes, granting a similarly supportive and soft smile in return from the female Touden. "You can start whenever you... H-Huh!" Impulsive as ever in regards to her lover, Marcille cut Falin off by beginning the work that the book recommended, using her hands to softly massage Falin's length with her soft, warm mounds. While Falin clearly enjoyed her trained handjob, the poorly restrained moans already pouring out from just the gentle beginnings of an amateur titjob had Marcille more excited than ever.
She missed a lot about Falin. Her smile, her eyes. She missed that kind, caring attitude. The elf had to admit to herself, though. She might have missed those girly, adorable moans the most. Every bounce and move of her ample boobs earned some kind of new squeak from the human. Pants and moans quietly echoed throughout their room, yet Marcille noticed something.
"You're so... p-pretty down there!" Falin wasn't taking her eyes off Marcille's face, looking into her eyes with the clear pang of admiration she had in the bath earlier. It always made Marcille feel so loved, if even more blushy than ever.
As much fun as she was having bouncing her C-Cup titties up and down on Falin's pulsing girlcock... "Well, you look nice too! How's that?" Marcille wanted more. Her questionable flirting only made that more obvious. She recalled another move from that book she read. It required multitasking that the elf wasn't totally confident she had, but Falin deserved the attempt.
"Wait, what are y-you... O-Oh, Marcille...~" Falin's moans got even less restrained as the elf tried her new strategy. Her ample tits were now being guided by her hands from the base of Falin's cock to just before her cock's pulsing head. Without any hesitation, Marcille took the engorged tip into her mouth, suckling and licking it with greedy, happy little sounds of pure, lesbian joy. Not only was Marcille truly starting to enjoy this so-called "paizuri" technique, but Falin was in heaven.
"Marcille that's... Perfect..." She kept her speaking limited, focusing on letting herself enjoy the rush of soft moans and breathy, intense panting caused by a delicate showing of careful cock worship. Her hips began bucking ever so slightly, an instinct in her brain making the resurrected human desperate to unload in her best friend's eager, surprisingly skilled mouth. The elf's years of experience in pleasuring her totally-not-lover made her unfathomably good at teasing just the tip of Falin's leaky girlcock. She'll get better at working those beautiful breasts of hers. Falin knows that as fact.
But she knew something else as well. "Marcille... Ah! S-Stop!" She knew she was close, and as tempting as stuffing the most backed-up load of her life was. Falin wanted to finish a little more... intimately.
"Did I do shomething wronguh???" Marcille spoke, voice muffled by her desperate need for a few last dick kisses.
"N-Not at all. I just..." Falin paused her response, trying to figure out an eloquent way to ask what she wanted of her friend. "...I wanted to finish in your pussy..." She settled with the direct option. Subtlety was a little bit pointless when you're getting your cock worshipped after all.
Though Marcille's blush might have appreciated a little bit of subtlety, the elf made it clear as day that she was saying yes, straddling the human with complete silence, only broken once her wet, hungry pussy lips were teasing against the tip of Falin's cock. "I thought you'd never ask~."
Falin thought this would be easy, but not this easy. She wasn't about to talk herself out of the happiest of happy endings, though. Her right hand rested on Marcille's left hip, nodding her head and getting ready to give the elf the go-ahead.
Turns out that she didn't even need to. Marcille took the opportunity to trap Falin in a surprise, impulsive kiss, smashing their lips together in fiery passion while she lines her vaginal opening into the right position. "I mlove yew!!!" Marcille, drunk with lust, blurted out against Falin's lips as she slammed herself down on the human's cock, wasting no time as she bounced herself up and down on it with ecstatic glee.
Falin knew she'd last two minutes at best. Trying to prolong that would just ruin her fun, so she simply enjoyed the bountiful elf buffet in front of her. The hand on Marcille's hip made a move towards the elf's soft, perky ass, groping and lightly slapping, extra moans being coaxed out of Marcille's smooching lips, their volume increasing when Falin started bouncing her hips back against Marcille's crotch, driving her impressive, eight-inch girlcock as deep as it could go in the elf's tight, dripping cunt. Elves had a reputation for being tight, but Falin had a feeling that no pussy could ever best the soft, tight embrace of Marcille's. The elf would smite any that tried. So that helped that feeling.
"Mmmphaliiin!!!" The other benefit of their warm, romantic tongue-kissing was that it suppressed the elf's insatiable moans. Without it, Laois would almost certainly burst in to protect from some monstrous threat and/or try to eat it. The only eating here tonight was the two lovers practically trying to eat each other's faces, swapping spit like it was the very first time again.
Suppressed as Marcille's moans were, though. The distinct, wet sound of Falin's balls slapping Marcille's clapping ass cheeks was dangerously loud. If it went on any longer it would certainly wake someone. Fortunately... "M-Marshille... Cum!!!" Falin gave a half-hearted warning, being unwilling to break their reunion kiss as her cock shot spurt after spurt after spurt of her cum directly into Marcille's womb.
She didn't know why, but an urge came over her to stuff the elf like she meant it, slamming Marcille down on her cock with as much strength as she could muster, filling her "best friend" up so much that the last few shots leaked down onto the sleeping bag. The violent orgasm eventually stopped, but the make-out session persisted for another few moments.
Marcille's orgasm was drier, due in no small part to a little pre-bath fingering earlier. One shouldn't blame her. Anyone would be excited to have their best friend and sex partner back. She was just... very excited!
Their kiss broke after another minute, a trail of saliva connecting the two panting lovers until they had the breath to speak again. "I'm... hah... sorry. I don't know what came over me..." Falin spoke first, post-orgasm clarity leaving her feeling a little guilty for so thoroughly attempting to breed Marcille. She was lucky elven birth control magic is light on mana... She truly hadn't felt like that before.
"Huh? O-Oh it's fine! I actually thought it was... you know... kind of sort of hot..." Marcille laughed through a groan as she pulled herself off of Falin's twitching meat, lazily laying down by the human, resting her head on Falin's tummy and giving it a curious little grope. Strange girl. "Sorry for uhm... Saying I love you. That was weird and I-"
"I love you too, Marcille!" Falin butt in with a smile, eyes shut once more as she ran a hand through Marcille's soft, blonde hair. "Let's talk about it in the morning, though. I'm feeling sleepy..." As if comedically on queue, Marcille already started snoring, the perfect three-hit combo of Falin's soft tummy, the admittance of love, and being royally stuffed had her snoozier than ever.
Falin was so happy to be back. Back with the beautiful "best friend" she loved... But she had no idea wha
t was about to come their way...
And what her "best friend" will do to never lose her again.