lisa stirred.
Her eyelids fluttered open as the morning sunlight filtered through the curtains of Isabella's bedroom.
[Holy shit...] She took a mont to breathe. [Can I even walk?]
Beside her, Isabella's warm, naked body was pressed close, her soft curves fitting perfectly against lisa's own.
She blinked slowly, her mind still hazy with the lingering remnants of last night's activities.
The kitsune girl's fluffy tail was draped across lisa's waist, her hands possessively resting over lisa's body.
For a long mont, lisa simply lay there.
[... To be honest, that was better than I could have imagined it would be.]
She wanted nothing more than to stay like this forever, but a... minor feeling in the back of her mind told her that they had likely slept far later than intended.
As if sensing lisa waking up, Isabella began to stir too, her ears twitching.
Erald eyes blinked open, hazy at first, then clearing as a slow smile spread across her face.
"Gooood morning," Isabella murmured, her voice husky with sleep. She leaned in, brushing a tender kiss against lisa's lips. "Did you sleep well?"
"Better than ever," lisa chuckled, snuggling closer. "I... Holy fuck."
"Such a way with words."
lisa rolled her eyes.
Isabella giggled, her breath tickling lisa's ear.
"How about we skip the day?" Isabella asked. "We could pick up right where we left off."
It wasn't an easy offer to shoot down.
"As tempting as that is, we've both got stuff to do, I'm sure. Just cause the tournant passed doesn't an I should stop training, you know?"
Isabella groaned, burying her face in lisa's hair.
"Co on, just a little longer?" she pleaded, nibbling on lisa's ear.
lisa nearly allowed it.
"If I say yes, I feel like we won't ever get out of here."
"Fine, fine."
With that being said, they untangled from each other and went to get dressed. Because lisa hadn't brought anything, she had to borrow from Isabella.
Isabella smirked as she watched lisa try one of her shirts.
It was a bit cramped in the chest.
"I... I'll just put on my school uniform again."
[Can't sll that bad, can it?]
"Suit yourself."
Soon, the girls managed to dress and make their way downstairs. For so reason, they ended up walking hand in hand. lisa made no attempt to move away.
The rich aroma of coffee and sothing sweet greeted them as they entered the sunlit kitchen.
Kimiko looked up from where she was arranging a tray of pastries, a knowing smile on her face as she took in the girls' flushed faces and joined hands.
"Well, well, look who finally decided to join the land of the living," she teased, her eyes sparkling. "I trust things went well?"
Isabella grinned, tugging lisa close and wrapping an arm around her waist as Kimiko watched.
"Better than well, Mommy dearest. In fact, I daresay it was the best night of my life."
lisa ducked her head, feeling a blush heat her cheeks at Isabella's bold declaration.
Kimiko just chuckled.
"Hopefully it was worth almost missing breakfast for," Kimiko said, setting down the tray and sauntering over to the girls.
Then Kimiko turned to lisa and gave her a kiss on the forehead.
"Thank you for showing my daughter a good ti."
Then, she bent over, like she was going to kiss lisa on the lips. She seed to catch herself, flinching and stepping back, though.
[Hm?]
"Uh... You're welco," lisa said with a blush.
[Also, holy shit, soone's mom just thanked for having sex with her daughter.]
She had to take a mont to process that.
After a few more seconds of sweet embraces, Kimiko ushered the girls to the table.
Pastries and fruit and steaming mugs of fragrant coffee greeted the girls. As they ate, Isabella kept lisa close, their thighs pressed together and their fingers entwined beneath the table.
Eventually, the last crumbs were swept from their plates and the coffee pot ran dry. Just like that, lisa's ti at the Sumr household would co to an end for the day.
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{Margaret}
Margaret sat on the couch. Hazel was running around in the garden and neither Javir nor the human's sister were ho right now, so Margaret was mostly by her loneso.
The newspaper was a rundown of the usual events. It felt like every day, it was saying one version or another of the sa stuff.
- Update on the War with Rhaya!
- *insert person here* joining the royal court!
Etc, etc.
A unique distraction did pop up soon, though.
lisa walked into Javir's house that evening, a dreamy smile playing about her lips and a new lightness to her step.
Margaret looked up from where she was sitting on the couch, surprise flitting across her face at her daughter's unexpected arrival.
"lisa!" she exclaid, setting aside the newspaper. "I wasn't expecting you today, sweetheart. What brings you by?"
Before lisa could answer, Hazel ca bounding into the room from the garden, her little face lighting up at the sight of her big sister.
"li!" she squealed, launching herself into lisa's arms for a hug.
lisa laughed, scooping Hazel up and twirling her around before settling the giggling girl on her hip.
"Hey there, chicken nugget," she cooed, pressing a noisy kiss to Hazel's cheek. "I missed you!"
[What in the world is a chicken? Or a nugget?]
As lisa turned to face her mother, Margaret's eyes widened slightly.
[Oh,] she realized. [lisa lost her virginity.]
It was clear as day. To lisa herself, there was probably no difference. None she could identify.
But, the mont she got close to Margaret, 2 things happened.
1. lisa flashed her the single brightest smile Margaret had ever seen out of her. A smile that blatantly emitted "post-sex aura".
And:
2. Her new pheromones hit Margaret's nostrils.
Margaret blinked.
[By the gods,] she shook her head. [That's... Intense.]
Margaret almost got light-headed.
Imdiately, she entered "mom-mode". She needed to sit lisa down and talk to her about this.
lisa made her way over to the couch, plopping down beside Margaret and snuggling Hazel into her lap. She leaned over, pressing a quick kiss to her mother's cheek.
"I just wanted to co see you," lisa said, her voice warm with affection. "And... I also needed so new clothes. For, uh, reasons."
Margaret reached out, smoothing a wayward lock of hair from lisa's face.
"Well, I'm always happy to see you, sweetheart," she murmured. "And you're right, it has been a bit since we've had so quality mother-daughter ti. So..."
[Now... How do I approach this?]
She paused, studying lisa's face for a long mont.
"You seem... different," Margaret observed, her tone gentle but probing. "Happier. More at peace. Did sothing happen?"
A soft blush stole across lisa's cheeks, and she ducked her head, a shy smile on her face, her tail wiggling behind her.
[Goodness, my daughter is not subtle.]
"I... well, yes," she admitted, absently stroking Hazel's hair as the little girl played with the buttons on her shirt. "Isabella and I, we... we..."
"You did it," Margaret finished for her. She didn't want to get too vulgar with Hazel right there.
lisa blushed intensely.
But, she kept on smiling.
"Y-Yeah."
"Congratulations!" She clapped twice. "I take it you had a fun ti?"
lisa's smile widened, her whole face lighting up.
"It was amazing, Mom. I... I didn't think it would feel like that. So- so right and... perfect."
Margaret chuckled, reaching out to pat lisa's knee.
"It helps that your first ti was with soone who, if my eyes didn't deceive , clearly knew what she was doing. But, yes. That's how it's ant to feel. Not just with her, but with anyone you like."
"Really?"
"Indeed. For us, anyway."
Margaret leaned back, legs crossed.
"It's a beautiful thing," she said. "But sweetheart, there are so things we should talk about, now that you're taking this step."
lisa blinked, tilting her head.
"What do you an?" she asked, shifting Hazel on her lap as the little girl began to doze off. In an instant, Hazel got bored and ran off into the garden again.
Margaret took a deep breath, choosing her words carefully.
"Sweetheart, do you rember what we've talked about over the years? About the effects nim can have on others, especially as we mature?"
lisa nodded slowly, her brow furrowing as she tried to recall the specifics of those long-ago conversations.
"Yeah, I rember," she said, her voice a bit uncertain. "Pheromones, right? And how they can influence people's emotions and desires?"
"Exactly," she confird. "As a nim cos of age, like you have now, those pheromones grow stronger and stronger. And... they peak on the day you first beco intimate with soone, and then settle into sothing more manageable, like a particularly alluring perfu."
lisa nodded slowly.
Margaret shifted.
"The thing is, just now... Well," Margaret cleared her throat. "I felt them. lisa," she put on a serious face, "your pheromones, they're... different. Stronger than any I've ever encountered before."
lisa's eyes widened.
"What do you an?" she asked.
Margaret took a deep breath, trying to steady herself against the heady scent still rolling off her daughter in waves.
"Well, there are two facts that normally would reduce the effect of your pheromones on ," Margaret began to explain. "The fact that we are family and the fact that we are both nim. Nim pheromones have a much smaller effect on family since we get used to each other's scents over ti, but also, nim pheromones just generally don't affect other nim the sa way.
And, yet..." she said, a faint blush rising to her cheeks. "I can feel yours. Quite heavily, l."
lisa's eyes widened.
Margaret took a deep breath and kept going.
"The point being, if I'm feeling it this strongly, I can only imagine how overwhelming it must be for non-nim. They'll be drawn to you like moths to a fla."
lisa looked shocked.
But, at the sa ti, Margaret caught a glimpse of sothing else in her eyes.
Like her daughter was thinking, "that's not so bad".
Margaret held back a smile.
[Dangerous.]
She needed to choose her words carefully. She didn't want lisa to beco a sex addict the way so nim did, but she didn't want to scare her too much.
Margaret squeezed lisa's knee, her touch reassuring and grounding.
"I'm just saying, be mindful of your effect on others. Try to stand a short distance away from people, give them space, and so on."
lisa took a shaky breath, nodding.
"Okay," she said softly. "I think I can do that."
"Good," she murmured. "You've got a good heart, lisa. Just, make sure you understand that although in the mont we may not think about it, these things can have consequences. There is such a thing as seducing the wrong person. Believe ."
A thought seed to strike lisa then, and she looked up at Margaret with a hesitant, almost embarrassed expression.
"So, um... does this an I need to worry about... you know..." she trailed off, gesturing vaguely at her stomach. "Babies?"
Margaret blinked.
"I an," lisa continued, "I know kitsune can choose whether to impregnate people or not, but, in our case..."
Margaret couldn't help but chuckle.
"Ah, no. Probably not," she assured her daughter, a wry smile tugging at her lips. "Nims are notoriously difficult to impregnate." Margaret shrugged. "Our bodies just aren't built for frequent reproduction, it seems."
She paused, a faint blush rising to her cheeks as she recalled the countless passionate nights she and listair had shared, the ones lisa had no doubt overheard through the thin walls of their family ho. Find your next read on My Virtual Library Empire
"You... know how, uhm..." Margaret couldn't et lisa's eyes. "Loving your father and I can get, right? And h-how often?"
"I know," lisa said, blushing just as intensely. "I'm aware."
"Well, there's a reason Hazel is your only sibling, instead of us having a whole brood of little nims running around," Margaret pointed out gently. "Or, why even though we nim rely on sex to survive, we aren't outnumbering the other races 10 to 1. Even when a nim is trying their hardest to conceive, whether it's a nim woman or a nim man, it can take years for a nim to impregnate or be impregnated."
Understanding dawned on lisa's face, followed quickly by a look of chagrin as she no doubt replayed so of her parents' more enthusiastic bedroom antics in her mind.
"I guess I never really thought about it like that," she admitted sheepishly. "I just assud you and Dad were really lucky."
"Oh, we are," she cackled. "In several ways. But that's beside the point. Anyway, the chances of you getting pregnant from one encounter, or even several, are slim to none. It's a biological quirk of our species. It would take many, many encounters for you to even begin to have to worry about that."
lisa nodded, looking relieved and slightly embarrassed all at once.
"Good to know," she mumbled, her cheeks flaming as red as her eyes.
"But that doesn't an you shouldn't still be careful," she cautioned, her voice turning serious once more. "With your heightened pheromones, you'll need to be extra vigilant about the effect you're having on people."
lisa sat up straighter, eting her mother's eyes with a look of solemn understanding.
"I will be," she vowed."
Margaret smiled back at her.
"Good girl."
Then, Margaret stood up.
"Now, if you'll excuse ... I'm going to go lie down for a bit."
"Uh, mom?" lisa called out but Margaret didn't stop.
She needed a walk. She'd been hiding it all this ti, but she felt she couldn't hide it anymore.
As soon as she was out of her daughter's sight, Margaret fell to her knees.
Her pussy was quivering.
[Gods,] she inhaled sharply. [Gods, gods, gods... Her... Why are her pheromones so strong?]
Margaret rested her back against the wall.
[It's... not normal. Did sothing happen? Did I give her bad food or sothing as she grew up? Why is she like this?]
Margaret received no answer.
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