But first, returning the favor.

It probably wouldn’t surprise the reader to hear Akane did a lot of wrestling.

In high school, before she dropped out from disagreements with a corrupt education system convinced of elvish superiority, and determined to prove it. Afterwards, those skills from the wrestling team proved invaluable.

A great way to pay the bills and fold women in half.

Akane couldn’t help but wonder how Maria paid her bills.

Ah well.

Maria might not have recognized what it meant to be lifted up ‘for the powerbomb’, but sitting on Akane’s shoulders, facing her, clearly wasn’t where she expected life to take her after making that honest request.

“Whoa!”

Normally, eating a girl out required at least moving aside whatever she was wearing, lest ‘cottonmouth’ become literal. This jewel-strewn micro bikini, though, for all its practical faults, offered effortless access. Akane moved the bit covering Maria’s most precious place with nothing more than the power of a wiggling nose, getting a whiff of not just the scents Maria covered herself in, but the one core to her.

A breath full of elvish maiden, a scent that was one of the many reasons Akane never left the Whitecoast for long.

“W-What are you doing?!” Maria asked, flailing uselessly at the air.

It was a miracle Akane even heard the seed-drenched girl through the muffling of Maria’s thick, soft thighs wrapping around her head in panic. Anything Akane tried to say back would be similarly muffled, but this would get the message across.

Before Akane got to work devouring the tasty meal set out before her, she made sure to get a firm grip on that huge ass, her fingers sinking deep into sinful softness. She meant what she said and said what she meant, and even though this girl was about to go through a world of ecstasy and thrash about, she was not going to fall.

Akane was going to teach her to find not danger, but safety, comfort, and excitement, in being properly manhandled.

Maria had been dripping-wet since the moment she got carried off, and Akane’s tongue got to sample her overflowing juices. She was quickly the one at risk of drowning, feeling a bit like she’d plunged headfirst into the ocean. Like many elf girls, beneath that thinnest layer of decency laid a deeply lewd being. Maria’s taste was strong, obviously a touch bitter, but not overwhelmingly so.

She tried to stifle her voice, but moans of unexpected ecstasy slipped out.

One of Akane’s many points of pride was that she was just as experienced giving pleasure as claiming it. Girls had screamed her name and clawed her rippling, wide back all across the city, the streets, the beaches. Even the most dominant displays were never one-sided.

However, while she guessed Maria may have given fellatio before, it was stunningly obvious she’d never, once, had anyone do this to her.

Which brought Akane’s blood to boil for entirely different reasons, and intensified the tongue-bath, making sure to flick the cutie’s swollen clit to break her willpower. Worked like a charm, drawing loud, wanton moans.

It seemed impossible to Akane’s lizard-brain, not informed of the magic silence wards, that everyone on the beach couldn’t hear, and it made her grow still more intense, draw still more noises of pleasure out of Maria.

Who was leaning forward, hugging with arms and legs as much as possible, and making it so that Akane felt that voice singing out to the goddess as much as heard it. A voice calling her name.

“A-Akane… please…”

There was a limit to how much cute girls could be teased before it was just bullying.

Akane went in with her tongue as requested. Gently probing, exploring Maria’s folds, feeling the sensation of how they both invited, and yet surrounded. How her pussy was so tight that a tongue didn’t pass without a whisper of resistance, which meant she needed a lot of loosening.

No matter what happened up top, and there was a lot of movement in reaction to this, Akane didn’t let go, and her grip didn’t even falter, despite her floating on cloud nine after a mind-crushing orgasm. She’d had too much experience keeping girls in the air while driving them wild.

Which was certainly the plan here; to just keep going, to eat and eat, to consume as voraciously as her appetite demanded, at least until Maria was a puddle of exceptionally well-shaped goo.

That's exactly how it went, and Maria’s flailing was an implicit sign of trust. Holding somebody up got infinitely more difficult while they were struggling, another lesson from the ring. However, that had also meant Akane’s grip was absolutely inescapable, either by accident or will, and no amount of tossing, turning, and cumming around her while screaming one’s lungs out would change that.

Maria didn’t just cum once, she was brought to climax again, and again, relentlessly; Akane just didn’t stop, and each time, it increased her sensitivity, assaulting her with more and more pleasure, seeking new places to stimulate, mentally mapping this excellent elvish pussy.

This dance would have gone on for some time more, but a voice interrupted Maria’s rapturous melody.

“Excuse me, miss, and uh, miss?”

A familiar, and unwelcome, one. Akane didn’t have to turn her head, though the clamping legs that once held her in place had long since lost any grip **** and she could have, to know that the attendant had finally worked up the stones to come and check on them.

“If, um, you don’t leave, I’ll… have to call security?”

Akane let out a sigh directly into Maria’s pussy, causing her to shudder once again.