New sensations

Meanwhile in the tent

The flap of Lae’zel’s tent snapped shut with a deliberate, breathless finality. She moved fast—always did—but this time her momentum carried a different charge. Her big yellow eyes locked onto mine with the intensity of a beast that had cornered its prey, but there was something else behind that gaze tonight. Something less predatory.

I caught it immediately. Her makeup was slightly more defined than usual, subtle shadow and definition making her eyes glow like shining gold. She had done it purposefully, even if she hadn’t admitted it to herself. an illustrious trace of dark pigment along her lower eyelids. This wasn’t just combat. It was courtship, even if the word would burn her tongue.

She said nothing at first. Her gaze pierced mine for a long, humming moment. Then, with a slow exhale, she dropped her shoulder guards and metal plate armor in a clatter of steel. The sudden vulnerability as she stripped, made something tighten in my chest. Her long-sleeved leather top peeled away, followed by her tightly fitted shorts. Underneath, her body was a new kind of marvel.

Lae’zel’s corruption had already begun to shift her in ways that made her denial all the more compelling. Her thighs were thicker, her hips fuller, the sharp martial lines of her form softening into curves, seemingly sculpted by some perverse artisan. Her corset clung tight to her waist, emphasizing the swell of her, now fuller breasts——her skin glowed with a faint warmth. A black thong hugged her hips, barely visible beneath the hem of the corset, and knee-high leather boots framed her legs, the top of her thighs spilling over, like the surface tension of a filled glass of wine..

She stepped close, lips parted, breath shallow. Then, with an almost reverent motion, she leaned in and dragged her tongue up the side of my neck. Her moan trembled through her chest.

"I knew it," she whispered.

[Lae’zel +1 Corruption]

Then she dropped to her knees, not in devotion, but with hunger. The moment her fingers found the buckle of my pants, there was no hesitation. Her hands were swift, almost trembling with urgency as she unwrapped me

Her eyes locked on my cock with raw fascination. No worship in her gaze, not yet. This was greed and curiosity. Her tongue flicked out to taste the head—just a flick—before she moaned softly and began to explore in earnest. She dragged her tongue along the shaft, tracing the shape. Exploring. Then, with a low hum, she took the head into her mouth and rolled her tongue in slow circles.

She used only the front of her mouth, lips wrapping gently as she bobbed slowly, rhythmically. Not for me, but for her.

"Mmh... Satisfying," she growled softly, her voice darker now, tinged with an unfamiliar satisfaction, almost begrudgingly, pulling back just enough to breathe before sinking down again, her cheeks hollowing ever so slightly.

[Lae’zel +1 Corruption]

I placed my hand gently on her cheek. She didn’t flinch. She leaned into it, eyes fluttering as I began to channel soft pulses into the hinge of her jaw. Subtle at first—gentle ripples pushing into the core of her nerves, tickling the inside of her mouth, her tongue.

Her reaction was immediate. A shiver ran down her spine, her body tensing with a small, helpless orgasm that escaped her in a wet gasp against my shaft. Her lips trembled as she released me, panting.

"More," she said. Not a plea. A request. Her voice was firmer than I expected, but tinged with the stunned flush of a woman who had just unlocked a new sense entirely.

[Lae’zel +1 Corruption]

I nodded and cupped the other side of her face, framing her with both hands. This time, I synced the pulses to her rhythm—matching each swirl of her tongue with an echo of pleasure that surged into the muscle and nerve beneath it. She moaned around me, muffled and ****, then again, louder. Her hips rocked subtly against the floor, caught in a rhythm she no longer controlled.

When I unleashed the full pulse from both sides at once, her eyes rolled back. A deep, **** moan surged from her throat as she spasmed, mouth fluttering with the shock of release. Her lips sealed instinctively as I came—thick spurts flooding her mouth, triggering another small, tremulous climax that pulsed through her in aftershocks.

She didn’t pull away.

Instead, she held my cock there, tongue lazily swishing through the seed, eyes wide and fixed on mine. Not begging. Just... Accepting. She gave a small, satisfied hum, then swallowed with a visible gulp, her cheeks coloring with the faintest blush.

[Lae’zel +2 Corruption]

When she finally pulled back, her lips parting with a quiet pop, she held my gaze. Something lingered between us in that silence—an unspoken shift neither of us wanted to name. Not yet.

She stood up, legs slightly unsteady, then turned away. Her voice was almost controlled.

"You have had yours and I have had mine. Sleep well."

I nodded. She nodded in return.

I slipped quietly from her tent into the cooling night air. The campfire was dying down, no sign of the others.

A sharp whistle cut through the night, deliberate and unmistakably aimed at me. It came from the tent I least wanted to approach.

Gods help me.