The afternoon sun painted the academy gazebo in warm golden light as lisa tried to focus on anything besides Isabella's perfect ass wiggling in her lap.
wiggle wiggle~
Isabella smirked back at her.
[Focus. You're discussing serious spy shit here. Stop thinking about how good her cock felt in your mouth this morning.]
"So let get this straight," Armia said. lisa also noticed Raven leaning against one of the gazebo's pillars, looking very edgy. "You found a secret nim resistance cell, discovered they have expert-level mages, saw a map of their targets, and got laid?"
"Well, when you put it that way, it sounds like I actually accomplished sothing," lisa grinned as she gave Isabella's butt a light spank. "Though my head's still killing from whatever the fuck they were serving at that bar. And, to be clear, no. I don't think they actually have expert-level mages. I think they're just delusional."
[I an, I watched over a dozen nim cast over a dozen spells. I saw nothing that would make think they were "experts".]
Isabella snorted.
"Dragon's Breath," she said. "It's a Yalmir drink though still invented by nim. Mommy Dearest let try it a few tis. Basically, pure alcohol with just enough magic to keep you from like, actually dying to it."
"Thanks for the warning," lisa grumbled, absently watching Isabella move her butt in what was vaguely a lap dance. "Cause that sounds horrible."
"More importantly," Raven spoke up, "what are you going to do with this information?"
[Good fucking question.]
"I need to tell Aria first," lisa sighed. "You know, she's kind of the queen. Finding out so nim are planning to attack various parts of Syux seems like sothing she should know about."
"And what about the hot sister?" Isabella waggled her eyebrows. "You gonna see her again?"
"I..." lisa hesitated. "I probably shouldn't."
"But you want to."
For a mont, lisa's mind flashed back to when Vira dove between her legs. That woman's tongue could be considered magical all on its own.
"... Yeah."
"Then you should," Isabella shrugged and, for a mont, lisa wished she had a mind as simple as hers.
"I agree," Raven said, and that actually surprised lisa. "Could be good for gathering more intel."
"Is that what we're calling it now?" Isabella asked dryly. "'Gathering intel'?"
"Hey, I'm basically a super spy now," lisa smugly bragged. "Everything I do gathers intel. Even eating pussy."
"ESPECIALLY eating pussy," Isabella corrected. She then noticed Armia. The darian was staring off into the distance, her usual proud posture sohow diminished. "Hey, you okay over there?"
Armia startled slightly, like she'd forgotten where she was.
"I... no," she admitted after a mont. "I received orders this morning. I'm to report to the front lines tomorrow."
The playful atmosphere evaporated instantly.
"What?" lisa asked. "So, they're going through with it already?"
"They are and they have," Armia's voice was quiet. "I'll be leaving later today."
"That's bullshit!" Isabella declared. lisa agreed. Just thinking about it, she felt her blood beginning to boil, even though she'd heard the reasoning behind it from Aria herself. "Ugh, you shouldn't have to prove anything!"
"And yet I must." Armia's shoulders slumped. "I dunno. I kinda just wanna get it over with."
lisa gave Isabella's butt a light tap and she got the ssage, letting lisa stand. Then, lisa went and instantly gave Armia a big hug. The darian wrapped her arms around her instantly.
"Well..." lisa said, her voice muffled against Armia's boobs. "I hope you co back soon."
She still had barely any idea how this "comforting people" thing worked.
[Shit,] lisa thought. [First this bubbling nim uprising, now this? When did everything get so complicated?]
"I'll figure it out," Armia said. "On the bright side, I'm finally gonna get to put the last year of training to use. That's sothing."
lisa giggled.
Isabella stood up, walking over.
"Well... Before we go and handle all that nim stuff," Isabella slid her hand down Armia's back, past her darian tail, and got in a greedy squeeze of her ass, "how about we give you a proper farewell?"
Armia blushed.
"Goodness..." She sighed.
But, lisa did notice.
[She didn't exactly say no,] she said, smirking herself as she reached for Armia's dick over her clothes.
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"Mom! I'm ho!" Isabella called out as they entered the Sumr residence. "And I brought friends!"
"In the kitchen!" Kimiko's voice rang back. "Also, friends? Are we having an orgy?"
"MOM!"
"What? Last ti you brought 'friends' over you all fucked on my favorite couch! I'm still finding cum stains!"
"That was YOUR cum!" Isabella shot back. "You're the one who decided to jack off while watching!"
"Details, details."
lisa glanced at Armia, who was turning an interesting shade of red. For soone who'd probably gotten laid more tis in the past year than most Earth politicians had in their entire careers, she could still be adorably shy about sex being ntioned.
"Actually," Isabella said, her volu progressively lowering as they made their way through the house, "Armia's being sent to Rhaya tomorrow. We wanted to hang out before she has to leave."
"Hang out?" Kimiko's voice dripped with amusent. "Is that what they're calling it these days? Back in my day we just called it 'fucking our brains out.'"
"Gods, Mom, you're not THAT old."
They rounded the corner into the kitchen and-
[Oh sweet rciful fuck.]
Kimiko was wearing an apron.
... Just an apron. Her massive cock swung freely as she turned to greet them, still impressive even when soft. The sight instantly made lisa's pussy throb with mories of how that monster felt inside her.
[How does she even walk with that thing?]
"Oh sweetie," Kimiko's expression softened as she looked at Armia. "Co here."
She pulled Armia into a hug, which ant the darian's face was imdiately buried in Kimiko's tits. Not that anyone was complaining, least of all Armia.
"T-Thanks, Mrs. Sumr," Armia mumbled into the kitsune's cleavage.
"How many tis do I have to tell you to call Kimiko?" She pulled back, giving Armia an appraising look. "Or Mommy, if you're feeling extra spicy."
Isabella rolled her eyes so hard they nearly got stuck.
"Stop trying to steal our girlfriend," lisa said, emphasizing the 'our'. Though watching Kimiko manhandle Armia was doing things to her that she'd probably need to examine later.
Armia had... an odd reaction to that casual sentence. She kinda stared at lisa for a beat or two, but didn't say anything.
"By the way," Kimiko added, still not letting go of the darian, but looking at lisa, "your parents are having dinner at that new place in the noble quarter, dear. They invited along but apparently a threeso wasn't what they had in mind for date night. Can you believe that? A nim couple NOT wanting their date to end in sex. Crazy. Also, Hazel's knocked out in the guest room, as well."
"Perfect timing," Isabella grinned, already tugging at her own clothes.
[Thank fuck,] lisa thought. [The last thing I need is my whole family walking in on whatever's about to happen. Though they would probably just join in...]
"Now then," Kimiko clapped her hands together, her cock bouncing with the motion like it was waving hello, "who wants to help give Armia a proper send-off?"
And, in an instant, clothes started flying.
[Well, at least Armia's getting a proper goodbye. Though...] lisa smirked. [She might have trouble walking wherever she's headed after this. Oh well.]
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