A couple of days later, they have stopped for rest in a smaller room. The walls are stained, the floor overgrown, the door slanted. It’s damp and cold. The air smells of fungal spores and dead bugs. One of the walls has broken down considerably and a small stream of water runs in it. But the room has a door so that instantly makes it the best room available. It looks like it has once upon a time been a bedroom of sorts. There are traces of a bed and few pieces of rusted metal that look like they’ve once been part of some furniture.
Emily lies on her bedroll. She opens her eyes and sees Ayaka watching her intently. Ayaka turns her gaze away immediately when their gaze meets. Emily smiles at her. She sits up and scratches her head lightly. Her head has a bad case of bed hair, but when you are a mile deep in ancient dungeons leading the world’s most powerful being out of there, you just really don’t care about that.
Emily gets up and starts to remove her clothes. "I think I can use that small brook for washing," she says. "It’s been a week since I washed properly and I’m starting to stink like this place. It’s going to be cold, but frankly, I don’t care.," she says.
Ayaka turns away. Emily smiles at her. "Getting embarrassed there, Ayaka?," she says and smiles playfully at her. "You can look, I don’t mind," Emily says and drops her shirt on the floor. She stands up and grins at Ayaka’s back. She walks to the wall and touches the streaming water. It’s cold and she shivers from the very idea, but it’s still better than not doing it. Emily lathes her body with the water and scrubs herself all over with her hands. She throws a sideways glance at Ayaka. She’s sitting near their small fire and looking in her direction. Her cheeks are flushed red and her mouth’s partially open. Her deep blue eyes seem to be a little lighter and her pupils are large, like two great holes in the universe. Emily smiles and plays it up a bit. She turns sideways towards Ayaka and wets her hair, then moves downwards to her breasts. The cold water alone makes them pop up like small lollipops. Emily brushes her nipple with her finger. A small moan escapes her lips. She puts her finger on her lips, then licks it. She moves her finger downwards, first to her chin, then along her throat, and onto her chest. She makes a slight detour and rounds her nipple with it, then continues moving it downwards onto her belly. She arcs her back slightly and finally pushes her finger ever downwards. Emily moans softly as her finger touches her down below. She turns her head slightly and looks directly at Ayaka and licks her lips.
Ayaka stands up. Her blue eyes are a lighter color, like that of a sky. Her cheeks are red as an apple and a sweat drop falls down along the little scar under her left eye. Her silvery hair glitters in the dim room like stars in the sky. She walks towards Emily and drops her clothes while walking, without skipping a step. Emily’s eyes go wide at both the style of how she does it and what’s underneath. While Emily is not shapeless by any stretch of the word, Ayaka is definitely more curved than her. Emily’s features are soft and cute, her boobs perky, her butt round. Ayaka’s are far more striking and accentuated. Ayaka walks straight with a swaying walk and pushes Emily against the stained wall. She slams her hand next to Emily’s head and looks directly at her eyes.
"LITTLE GIRL…," Ayaka says with a low, breathy voice. "YOU KNOW NOT WHAT YOU ARE DOING. IT WOULD BE BETTER FOR CHILDREN TO—," Ayaka says and then yelps loudly as Emily plants her lips on her breast and sucks on it. At the same time, Emily wraps her hands around Ayaka’s butt and pulls her close. Ayaka’s breath quickens and her legs shiver. "Child…," she says and grabs onto Emily and pulls her tightly against her. "…if you wish to…," Ayaka breathes out quietly, pulls slightly away and grabs Emily’s chin in her hand, then lifts it up and looks straight into her eyes "…continue, you’d better be ready for the consequences."
Emily smiles at her gently, throws her hands around Ayaka’s neck, and pulls her close to a passionate kiss. They lean onto the wall, the water from the brook running down their head, down their cheeks and necks. Along their bodies and onto the floor. The room fills with the sounds of heavy breathing, moans and yelps and wet bodies being squeezed together in lust and love.61Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6OqPSdUGQL
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