CH 77: Finally Alone

Ursa walked into her room, tense and overwhelmed. She was fidgeting by the door, not knowing what to do now. Her arousal was clouding her judgment for so long that she could barely think. She dropped her bag and axe on the ground mindlessly before stumbling to the bed.

It felt like there was a fire between her legs. Her feminine sex ached for attention from her. Her arousal dripped down her thigh and quickly soaked the bedding she was lying on top of. Her body cried for relief as she lay there in a daze. Her mind was flooded with thoughts of her traveling companions.

Each one had their own unique temptations. Even the annoying one shared a face with Ana, and she could not wait to indulge in it. Ursa’s hand slowly crept towards her aching pussy as she thought of the sisters. Their petite bodies rubbing against hers before they use their gifts on her. The thought pushed her to give in.

She pushed a finger into her aching sex, biting her finger to suppress her moan. Her entire body squirmed as she explored her insides with her finger. She could feel herself cling to her index finger as her body begged for more. The pleasure became more manageable while her thoughts returned to her traveling companions.

She couldn’t remember the purple-haired woman’s name, but her body was seared into her mind. The curvy woman had nearly pushed her to the edge earlier when she bent over. She just hoped the silent woman didn’t catch her. Ursa could not handle the embarrassment if she did. Her finger made its way to an extremely sensitive spot when she thought about the alchemist’s wiggling butt.

A moan escaped her finger as she arched her back. She had discovered a pleasure point within herself that quickly became addicting. Her finger rubbed at the spot as she did her best to muffle her cries of pleasure. She focused solely on the pleasure for what felt like an eternity as her body shook. Her toes curled, and she let out a cry of passion.

Her thoughts were quickly flooded with the woman at the center of everything. The redheaded paladin she had idiotically dismissed. She was much more trained and skilled than Ursa had initially assumed. She seemed so much like those naive adventurers her elders had talked about. All bark with no bite. She wasn’t expecting the woman to put up resistance when they clashed. Especially given their obvious strength difference. She thought only the older, silent woman would be her only obstacle.

It intrigued her at the time, knowing that despite the difference in skill and experience, Claire wasn’t just pushed over by Ursa. It piqued her interest as a warrior. Knowing that these weren’t just nobles playing adventurers. These were women who had actual reasons to be fighting and not because of boredom. Ursa knew now why Rava chose them for her mission.

Then there was Claire’s gift. One glimpse of that was all it took for Ursa to give in to temptation. She could feel her body heat up as she thought about the woman’s cock. It was dirtied with the annoying one’s fluids when she saw it, adding to the erotic nature. Their clothes at the time were wet with what Ursa assumed to be sperm, but the woman called it cum. She didn’t care what it was called, she cared that the smell alone was intoxicating.

It made her mind and body weak. The smell, the look, and the woman’s smirk as she returned to camp with her lover in her arms. The confidence and sexiness sent Ursa’s mind into overdrive that night. Even now, as she explored her insides further, the image drove her crazy. She escalated to two fingers inside while her left hand explored the rest of her body. Her breath caught as she groped her breast, an area she hadn’t explored yet.

Her mind exploded in pleasure when she squeezed her breast. It was another area she had neglected for so long in pursuit of her warrior ambition. She was cursing herself for doing so, the pleasure was immeasurable. She was panting heavily as sweat began to build up, her heart raced, and her body shook. She was so naive.

She used to curse the women who left the Ravian traditions to live in Riefleheim. Now she understood completely. The women of Riefleheim were able to experience this pleasure that was almost forbidden among her people. She understood the temptation and the reasoning now. This was too addicting to indulge in.

She apologized to her goddess before she returned to moving her fingers. She knew Rava would frown upon this. She knew that in her heart, but she did not care at the moment. Right now, all the white haired woman cared about was the pleasure her fingers could give her. Her thoughts returned to Claire as her toes curled again.

She could not wait to indulge upon the woman’s toned body. Either as a warrior or as a woman, she did not care. The leader was fascinating to Ursa. Her goal, her story about her brother, the love she had towards her party members, all of it. It tugged at Ursa’s instincts. The animalistic instincts of her wolf. Someone who was bound for greatness and for Ursa to serve.

With that thought, her mind nearly exploded. Pleasure crashed into her like a wave as her fingers pressed against her sensitive spot. She had thoughtlessly reached her climax thinking about Claire. Her body shook uncontrollably as she let out a soft whimper. Her body went limp while her eyes rolled back. Her mind could only think about her last thought and the pleasure.

She had found someone to serve. Someone who she could submit herself to. Someone to command her and praise her. Without her even realizing, her wolf blessing heavily influenced her preference in women. She felt the animalistic urge to submit to Claire. That thought alone is what drove her to orgasm.

Ursa lay on top of bed, its blanket soaked in sweat or arousal. She was panting and lightly shaking while trying to recover. Her thoughts were slowly coming back to her while she tried to control her breathing. For a moment, her mind completely blanked after she thought about submitting. It was far too intense for the poor warrior to handle.

“Fuuuck.” She cried out, pulling her fingers from inside herself. They were slick with her arousal and dripping. She pulled her hand closer to her nose, the intoxicating smell clouding her thoughts again. She licked the sweet arousal from her fingers as she fully gave in to debauchery. “Rava, forgive me… these women… are too sexy.” She got out between licks.

She whimpered softly as she cleaned her fingers up. The taste was equally as intoxicating as the smell. She could only imagine what her new party’s members tasted like. She wanted so badly to knock their door down and indulge herself, but she held back. Even in the lust-filled haze, she knew not to jump into anything hastily. She needed to make sure they would help her.

It was a sobering thought amongst the addictive emotions. It pulled her out of her haze as her mind slowly cleared. She could think rationally again. She needed to make sure that they would help her people and get their blessing back from those thieves. She was able to catch her breath again as she thought about what was stolen from her people.

She sat up, her sweat beginning to dry, while she stretched. It was a fun moment of indulgence, but she needed to focus again. Claire and her party members seemed like good people who genuinely wanted to help, and their goals did somewhat align at the moment. Ursa let out a sigh, the last of her lust escaping her, as she headed for the bath.

“I hope they help us… I don’t think I would be able to leave at this point.” She stated out loud. Ursa was reminding herself of the temptation and the recent revelation of her inner thoughts. She was dangerously close to just giving in and accepting Claire’s invitation without any thought. But her people needed her.

“Addicting, isn’t it?” Jasmine’s voice cut through the silence surprising the woman. Her words caused Ursa to flinch and get into a fighting stance. She let out a growl at the woman before she calmed down slightly.

“Fuck, now you’re spying on me?” She spat at the woman.

Jasmine just nodded and gave her a smirk. “Yeah. Wanted to make sure you weren’t contacting anyone shady. And to talk. ” She responded. She paused for a moment before adding, “Also, I only entered after you finished, by the way.”

“Ugh, I hate that I couldn’t even hear or smell you,” Ursa said under her breath. She thought about retaliating for spying on her indulging in her fantasies, but she just let it go. She’d have to get used to being seen like that eventually. “Whatever… what do you want?”

Jasmine took a moment to look the woman over. Her disheveled state was almost far too sexy for Jasmine to concentrate. But her eyes returned to Ursa’s. “About your goal. Not the specifics, but what we can do.”

Ursa pursed her lips, thinking deeply. She did her best to ignore Jasmine’s wandering eyes as she thought about how best to explain. She let out a sigh and spoke. “Your people stole something from us… not just the lycan… lycanth, whatever the fuck you call it.” She said. “Rava instructed me to get it back…”

Jasmine nodded before smiling. “Let me guess. It’s in the hands of a noble? One that’s probably supplying lycanthropy to others?” Ursa nodded in response. “Fuck. I’m starting to understand Elizabeth’s hatred for noble society now…”

“Yeah. Rava doesn’t seem to like them very much either.” Ursa said, looking to the ground to avoid the woman’s lustful gaze.

Jasmine sighed, “Well, I can say for certain Claire will want to help you.” Ursa perked up, her eyes meeting Jasmine’s again. “Just promise me you intend to help us, too.”

Ursa nodded. “On my honor as a warrior. I intend to help if I join.” She said shakily. “Just… being this open about this kind of stuff is frowned upon in my culture. So, it’s going to take a bit to get used to.”

Jasmine let out a laugh before speaking. “Don’t worry, I’ve met a few northerners who talked about the same thing. And I’m sorry for intruding. And, uh, the gazing. You’ll understand when you get the gift.”

Ursa’s blush finally overtook her tanned skin. Her face turned red as Jasmine turned around towards the door. She sat stunned, that burning ache returning as she watched Jasmine saunter away. The woman seemingly showing off her toned butt as she left the room.

“Fuck me.” Ursa said as she headed towards the bath.