In the end, Armia ended up staying over the night.
When lisa asked if she could, Margaret didn't look particularly surprised but did regret that they had no clothes in Armia's size to give her.
"It's alright, Mrs. Blackfla," Armia said, her voice soft (and a little breathy). "I'll manage."
Margaret smiled warmly.
"Please, call Margaret."
"R-Right."
lisa and Armia stayed up late, for obvious reasons.
By the ti they finally drifted off to sleep, lisa had been about to pass out anyway.
And, when she woke up, lisa was so sore she stayed still for about half an hour.
Soon, Armia woke up too and, with so help from Armia, lisa sat up on the edge of the bed.
Armia looked worried.
"Do you think Isabella will be angry about this?"
[... So, it's that obvious what kind of relationship she and I have?]
"I... don't know." lisa shrugged. "I an, I would hope not, given that she straight-up told she's usually having sex with soone else every night."
[Her mom, no less. Does that make it better or worse? I'm not sure.]
Armia sighed, relief clearly washing over her.
"I see... Well, in any case, let know. I don't want to cause any trouble."
lisa squeezed her hand.
"I will."
They made their way downstairs, the enticing aroma of breakfast drawing them into the kitchen.
listair was already at the table. As soon as he saw them, he got a mischievous look in his eyes. A knowing grin spread across his face.
"Well, well," he said, barely holding back a laugh. "Late night, huh?"
lisa's cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and Armia looked away, her own face burning with embarrassnt.
"Dad..." lisa groaned, shooting him a mortified glare.
Margaret joined them at the table.
"Oh, l, leave them be," she said, even though she had the exact sa grin. "I made so pancakes. Here."
She'd made so for Armia as well.
"O-Oh, thank you," Armia told her.
"You're very welco."
They sat down to eat.
"So, did you two get any sleep at all or...?" listair asked, his grin turning ever more shit-eating.
lisa's cheeks darkened even further.
"listair, give them a break," Margaret said again, though the corners of her mouth twitched with amusent. "You know," she said, looking at Armia with a twinkle in her eye, "lisa has always been quite the night owl. I hope she didn't keep you up too late."
Armia's face turned a deep shade of red, her mouth opening and closing as she struggled to find a response.
"I, uh, I slept fine, Mrs. Bl- I an, Margaret."
"Oh, I bet you did," Margaret muttered.
Hazel, lisa's younger sister, wandered into the kitchen, her hair a wild ss.
"What's everyone talking about?" she asked, rubbing her eyes sleepily.
lisa seized the distraction like a lifeline.
"Nothing important," she said quickly, shooting her father a warning look. "Just breakfast stuff."
Hazel shrugged, grabbing a pancake and slumping into a chair.
"Okay."
With what Armia and lisa had just talked about in the latter's mind, lisa decided now would be a good ti to ask:
"Um... Mom, Dad."
"Yes?" Margaret asked.
"If, uh... Well..."
She tried to piece together the right way to ask this.
Armia beat her to it.
"Would getting intimate with harm lisa's relationship with Isabella?"
lisa's cheeks burned red. That said, she was glad Armia asked that, because she managed to do so with perhaps the most polite voice lisa had ever heard.
Margaret and listair just looked confused.
"Why would it?" Margaret asked, head tilted.
lisa and Armia looked at each other and then looked back at them.
"I an..." lisa paused. "Isn't that... cheating?"
[Kinda? I an, we haven't really said we're-]
"Oh," Margaret nodded slowly. "Honey, 'cheating' is a human thing. Don't worry about that."
She waved a hand like that was as casual a statent as "the sky is blue."
lisa nodded slowly in turn.
"Uh, okay."
---
The rest of breakfast passed in a mix of lighthearted teasing and warm conversation.
lisa and Armia managed to relax a bit, enjoying the food and the company. Margaret's pancakes were an absolute hit, and Armia's nervousness gradually eased as the morning went on.
After breakfast, lisa and Armia said farewell to Margaret and listair and walked back to the academy, the sun climbing higher in the sky.
As they walked, lisa found her curiosity piqued by sothing. She glanced at Armia, then decided to broach the subject.
"Hey, Armia," she began, her tone tentative. "Can I ask you sothing?"
"Of course," Armia replied, looking at her with a curious tilt of her head.
lisa hesitated for a mont before continuing.
"Do you...feel different today? Compared to yesterday, I an."
Armia frowned slightly.
"Different how?"
lisa took a deep breath.
"Well, it's about my pheromones. Nim, like , exude these pheromones that make other races want to...be with us."
"Be... with...?"
"They..."
[Embarrassing!]
"... They make people horny," lisa stated a little more directly.
Armia's eyes widened in surprise.
"Really? I had no idea."
[Seriously?] lisa found that rather surprising. [No idea at all?]
"Yeah," lisa said, nodding. "I was just wondering if you felt affected by them yesterday."
Armia thought about it.
"I... Well, yesterday, standing next to you was absolutely unbearable. It was like...I couldn't think of anything else but... you know. It was overwhelming."
lisa nodded.
It did put a lot of her behavior into perspective, lisa felt. Armia had never been quite as direct as she had been yesterday. She was probably so lust-drunk she couldn't think straight.
"That's what I thought. And today?"
She took a step closer, just to ensure that Armia was firmly within her pheromones' reach.
Armia shook her head slowly.
"Today, I barely feel it. Not that I'm not attracted to you anymore, uh, no, you're..." Armia stared at lisa for a beat and then shook her head, looking away. "But, I... I don't feel the need to tear your clothes off like I did yesterday," she muttered.
"Oh.... Okay."
And, that was it, that was all the information lisa managed to squeeze out of her.
It was intriguing stuff, though. Specifically, it made lisa wonder about her theory before.
Initially, she'd believed that maybe Isabella was immune to lisa's pheromones, or at least resistant to them in so way, on account of her being a kitsune. Now, she wasn't so sure.
[Hm. I wish I knew how these pheromones work. In more detail, anyway.]
---
{Isabella}
Isabella stood in the Alchemist's Tower.
This project, this "wand" as lisa called it - ["yeah, I... read about it! Yup, back in my village. I don't think anyone ever made one but, theoretically, hypothetically, if they did it would probably be called a... wand!"] - had consud her thoughts for weeks. And, now, it looked like it would be finished soon.
Isabella smiled, her eyes roaming the object's elegant length.
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It was about 10 inches long. The object wasn't done yet, it would need to be thicker at the bottom and thinner at the top (as lisa had suggested), but it was well on its way.
[... Gods, it looks great already.] Isabella grinned as she twirled it in her hands. [What an elegant item.]
But as she stood there, a different image ca to mind. A different feeling.
lisa's pussy walls squeezing around her cock.
Just imagining the warmth and tightness was enough to make Isabella shiver.
Isabella had experienced sex quite a bit at this point, as could be said for the overwhelming majority of outgoing kitsune like her. Not a single person out there, perhaps not even Kimiko (though perhaps this was recency-biased talking) felt quite as good as lisa had.
[AAAAH! I need to fuck her again. I really need to.]
Isabella set the wand down with a frustrated sigh, unable to focus any longer.
The mory of lisa's body, the way she had moaned and writhed, was too distracting.
She decided to call it a day, knowing she would finish the wand in a couple of days anyway. Thus, she walked out of the tower, the cool night air a welco relief against her flushed skin.
Isabella couldn't get lisa out of her mind as she walked ho, her thoughts alternating between the wand's impending completion and the passionate monts they had shared.
[Of course, finishing this thing is just the beginning. Then, I have to perfect it.]
As she approached the house, Isabella spotted Kimiko in the backyard, going through her usual evening stretching routines.
With a smile, Isabella made her way over, waiting until Kimiko finished her sequence before wrapping her in a warm hug from behind.
"Hey," she murmured, resting her chin on Kimiko's shoulder.
"Welco ho. How was your day?"
Isabella's grin widened.
"Incredible. The wand is almost finished. I think I'll be able to complete it soon."
Kimiko turned in Isabella's arms, her eyes shining with pride.
"That's wonderful! I knew you could do it."
Isabella ducked her head, blushing.
[Soon, it'll be done... And, that "wand" will be the first mark I've left on the world of mages. The first of many, of course~]
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