After their last adventure, the Warrior of Light finally had a moment’s peace. No hauling boxes from here to there, wading through swamp water looking for crystals, nor any benign requests far exceeding the force people were asking for. The Warrior of Light was free to do anything she wished without Wuk Lamat dragging her all over Tural.

The other former Scions seemed happy to linger and enjoy the free food, complimentary drinks and every benefit that came from saving their world. Again. Though savior or not, the humid coastal air still made her incredibly parched and free ice water took precedence over anything else at that moment.

Mamool Ja, Hanu Hanu, and all the various people of Tulliyolal smiled and waved as she passed, but she absolutely needed to keep walking down the sloping stone lest she fall over from total dehydration. Smiling as she hurried, the warrior nearly bumped into a busy waitress as she reached her destination. The drink on the round tray sloshed, threatening to spill but retained its place after the poor x’braal regained her posture.

She would have continued to make her way to order had the fluff of silvery-white hair caught her eye.

Y’shtola was sitting, silently watching.

A hot tingle ran over the warrior’s skin as she felt like she was being glared at even though Y’shtola’s expression was totally neutral.

Looking to the counter, and back to the table, she really wanted to get that water. The waitress she nearly made faceplant settled the drink directly in front of her comrade. Looking closer, it was a kind of mescal, sunset red with an orange peel garnish. Perhaps the archon was a little more of a boozehound than the warrior had thought.

Y’shtola sighed, taking the drink, a sip, and then picking up a book with a look on her face the warrior could not read. Was she upset at her?

Swallowing, she turned away. There was no fire in the sky… again, nor any rivers of blood but this was a trouble she couldn’t shake.

Quickly taking the ice cold wood mug, the warrior walked up to Y’shtola, who set down her book and gave the other woman a flat look.

Oh, she was bothered by something. But what?

“Y’shtola- I, well, hello are you… upset?” The warrior tried, tilting her head to the side.

“Goodness, what would I need to be upset about?” Y’shtola answered, the smirk forming on her features told the other that there was something more to it as it didn’t meet her eyes.

“Um, well. You have this look.” She attentively stared at her water, and the warrior lacked the skills to divine an answer from the ice piercing the surface.

“You-”

“I what?” Y’shtola interrupted.

The warrior’s mouth hung open and she closed it. Was this one of those moments where she needed the correct answer or something would strike her with a bolt of lightning? Because Y’shtola just might do it!

“Is it something I’ve done?” She knew answering a question with a question was cheating, but she was out of ideas!

“Do you know what peace is, dear?”

Now Y’shtola was cheating!

Her eyes darted up to the ceiling of the ocean view bar, finding no more of an answer than she did in her ice. Squinting at the other, she took a breath to attempt to guess, but Y’shtola spoke over her once again.

“Peace is where you are not. Peace is me sitting in a nice, cool library and only having to worry about inhaling dust every now and again.”

“Y’shtola, I don’t-”

“It is not what you do, darling. It is how you appear and everything- I mean everything begins to sweep away into a whirlwind.”

Goodness, was she talking to Y’shtola or Urianger? This was confusing, and she couldn’t begin to glean an answer.

The unattended mescal was quickly downed as the warrior’s presence had apparently upset her friend. Y’shtola stood, gathering her book, and narrowed her eyes.

“I want to know peace, Warrior. Come to my inn room this evening, mayhap you can show me if you know what peace is as well.”

Left standing, stunned, and very confused, she watched the other walk away as the ice in her untouched mug clinked and melted.

Dusk fell, and the warrior indeed to know what peace meant according to her friend.

Knocking on the hardwood doors to the assigned room which was honestly more of an entire house, she waited. Several apologies were cooking in the meantime. She wasn’t exactly sure what she did wrong or how to address each apparent transgression, but she had to say something! Her other friends were a lot more forward with her, even the surprisingly meek Urianger could raise his voice and-

“Enter.”

Snapped out of her wordless ramble, she pushed the doors open and immediately felt a flush on her face so hot her black scales could have burned like glowing coal.

It was… Y’shtola alright.

Naked. Laying sideways upon her bed.

Y’shtola really was a beautiful woman in anything she wore, dumpy healer’s garb to her wicked, bosom attentive dress. But naked! The warrior’s musings had short circuited and all of her focus lasered onto her comrade’s chest, sliding down her smooth, flawless belly to her shameless, exposed cunt. Further still her eyes drifted as the other’s legs shifted and her dainty, delicate feet swept to the ground to sit upon the edge of the bed.

“Warrior of light.” Y’shtola called to her, though her tone was not with reverence. She sounded… sarcastic? She realized she was standing there with the door completely open and hurriedly shut it behind her. Unsure where she should be looking, her eyes darted up, down, to Y’shtola’s tits, and settled on the floor by her feet. Her toenails looked polished, how pretty.

“Warrior of darkness. Hero of Tulliyolal.” She continued, sighing. The other woman opened her mouth to speak but was silenced.

“Do you know how tiring it is to travel?” Y’shtola awaited an answer.

Her lips pressed into a straight, tight line, unsure if she would be interrupted again or not. Doing what she did best, she nodded quickly.

“Yes, yes of course you do. Traveling across the continent, planets, dimensions… but to those of us who are not literally made of more aether than should be humanly possible, I ask again…. Do. You know. How tiring it is to travel?” Y’shtola waited again, and she dared to glimpse her expression, feeling a hot spike of blush strike her neck and face when seeing a flash of perfect, perky breasts.

The warrior nodded, slowly.

Opening her legs, Y’shtola sighed as she leaned back on her palms, and arched her back. Her fluffy white ears and tail twitched. As she fanned herself The warrior blinked several times, unable to draw her gaze away from how warm and glistening her friend’s flawless brown skin was. It was always hot, even with the ocean so close. Perhaps being barbecued by several gods of fire and battling with kami in a volcano diluted just how much ambient room temperature affected her, but she supposed to anyone who wasn’t blessed by every deity conceived, it would be a touch hot.

Eyes locked on Y’shtola’s glistening body, she stood completely straight when she was addressed once more.

“Every time I get a call to cross the seas, or worlds, or dimensions- you my dear are always, always at the center of the maelstrom. Literally.” Y’shtola scoffed. “I just want to sit with my books for a single bell, and you bring a whirlwind of chaos in your wake.”

Her own tail swished as she looked down. Ah, right. She did nearly give that poor maid a tumble even though she’d merely walked into the establishment.

“Sorry.” The warrior managed to finally speak. It wasn’t much, she knew, and it really wasn’t all she wanted to say. But it had become a concentrated effort to keep her hands at her sides and look to the floor when just a pace away was the sweet, exposed pink folds of her friend’s pussy.

She hadn’t learned the skill to burn holes through objects with her sight alone, yet, but she was sure this was the way to do it.

“Come here.” Y’shtola crossed her legs, pointed foot bouncing as she waited.

The warrior cleared her throat, turning her head to the side and guided herself with the blurry figure of her friend in the corner of her eye. What else was there to observe in the room? The delightful feather work charm on the wall? The endless orange and red glow of sunset upon the water? All very, very beautiful sights that were not helping in the slightest as she stood arms length from the naked woman on her bed.

Her head was light, feeling like the predicament wasn’t even real, but the fire burning her from the inside was too hot to ignore. So close, she could smell the heavy, natural scent of the other’s entire body. It had been a sweltering day, granted, and she could relate to needing a shower. Grasping her hands together, she turned her eyes to Y’shtola’s face.

Pale, not completely blind eyes met hers.

“Strip.” Y’shtola commanded.

The warrior’s already cooked brain could have emitted steam at that point. Before she could ask if she heard her right, Y’shtola’s eyes narrowed a fraction and quietly, the other woman obeyed. Her heart was pounding harder than a run up the endless stairs of an Ishgardian watch tower!

Tossing her armor in a pile on the floor, the warrior coughed and cleared her throat, trying very hard not to panic. That tone Y’shtola always took with her was one of her more attractive features, and her body spoke volumes more than her words could in the moment.

Her black tail lashed and swished where her hands refused to fidget. her skin was heated enough to show a dark flush over her cheeks, wrapping her neck in a deep red. Where scales covered her skin, she burned hotter, and nothing was more heated than her wanting, aching clit.

Y’shtola had good hearing and a sight unlike anyone she knew. Perhaps she could hear how hard her pulse pounded and could see the beginnings of want leave a slick trail between her thighs.

“Sit.” Y’shtola ordered, moving her legs together and straightening her back.

Silently, the warrior obeyed.

“I do not think you will ever understand peace because you bring a veritable calamity with your every step. But.” Y’shtola raised her foot, catching her chin with her big toe and making her look up.

“The least you can do is clean my body from all of this sweat. Prove to me that you can at bare minimum bring me some peace as you drag us all around the world. And worlds.”

Her jaw would have been slack if Y’shtola’s foot wasn’t holding it up. Clean her… like this?

Now, she was nearly dizzy with lust, excitement, and a strong touch of intimidation. Her hands never shook in a fight, but there was a tremor as she held and beheld Y’shtola’s foot that now rested in her hand. Eyes wide, the warrior looked from her shiny, clear polished toe, up to Y’shtola, and back to her foot.

There was no bath running, nor a shower, and she lacked a washing sponge on hand.

A tight, eager pulse lashed between her legs as she opened her mouth, tongue peeking out to meet her lone toe. her eyes met Y’shtola’s once more as she tasted the skin of her sole, watching as the other’s lips turned into a tiny smile.

Swallowing, she kissed the large digit, and licked the bottom of the next, pressing her lips to the top of her foot, and brought her tongue to a slow drag up her foot entirely. Y’shtola’s skin smelled of Tural, mescal, leathers and her own natural scent. The sharp tinge of sweat from a day in completely black clothes left her smell as the strongest, hot skin made warmer as the warrior pressed her sole on her forehead, and kissed the skin, lapping her tongue eagerly up and down, massaging each toe.

“There is more to my body than my feet my dear.” Y’shtola commented, tone dry. “If you wish to wash my feet so, do not neglect my other foot.”

With a small, needy moan, the warrior took the other to her face, inhaling, and then sucking each individual toe. Her face was burning from the shared body heat and how badly she wanted stimulation of her own. Her skin was so soft, despite years on the road and the long walks through all of Sharlayan. Her ankles were slight and shapely, more like a dancer’s petite features instead of a warrior that could fell gods alongside her. She hummed and kissed her shins, sucking and eagerly licking up her legs until shoving her face completely between Y’shtola’s thighs.

She was so close to her pussy! The warrior rubbed her face from side to side, taking in long, deep breaths and gripped the sides of Y’shtola’s thighs, kneading the flesh in her palms and drinking in every detail about her body constantly hidden behind her battle dress. Opening her mouth wide, the warrior turned her head and sucked at her inner thigh, swirling her tongue around and tasting the woman who seemed to live on a platform above everyone else.

“Do you take me for a meal? I said to clean my sweat, not devour me whole.” Y’shtola said above her.

The warrior was far too busy to tell her she wanted nothing more than to literally do just that. With a slow, drawn out moan, her tongue lapped between her thighs, feeling like she’d had three too many drinks every time she caught a strong whiff of Y’shtola’s hot, exposed pussy.

She had a job to do! However the temptation to part her legs and slide her tongue up and down was a force greater than a primal. Groaning, she substituted that need with lapping the impossibly supple, soft skin of her inner thighs. the warrior moved inward until finally getting a full view of Y’shtola’s sweet, untouched folds. She could see her clit, smell her warm, inviting insides.

“Did I not say you are not to devour me? Or did you skip meals waiting for the night to fall?” Y’shtola rocked her hips to sit further on the edge, spreading her legs and leaving the other woman completely hypnotized with the sight.

“Clean me where it matters, you’ll get your reward.” A deep, throaty sound rumbled from the other as Y’sthola laughed under her breath. Arching her back and lifting one arm, she caught the warrior’s attention with wiggling fingers.

“Come now, I don’t have all night.”

She was nearly dripping onto the floor, keeping her hands planted on Y’shtola’s thighs as she moved up, licking along her stomach and tilting her head to lap beneath her supple breasts. She would refuse food for a year if she could only taste Y’shtola like this!

Sea salt, heavy black cloth, and the occasional mist of a potion gave Y’shtola’s body an incredible taste, her sweat worth more than ice water! The warrior indulged herself, giving her pert nipples an eager suck and tasting the buds of flesh at least once.

The sharp gasp Y’shtola made sent a shiver through her body, and closing her eyes, the warrior kept licking every sliver of skin beneath the other’s tits she could find untouched.

She smelled wonderful, she tasted wonderful, Y’shtola’s body was the best!

Diving nose first into the exposed armpit, the warrior tried not to touch herself griping the cloth of the bed sheets while taking long, deep breaths. Her face was pressed completely against her skin until taking a full tongue down, and up.

“Look at you my dear.” Y’shtola cooed. “Is this what you prefer to adventuring and impressing every craftsman among our star? You seem to have a talent for it at the very least.”

Her mouth was preoccupied, moaning with each lick with the tip of her tongue in a neat line over and over. As Y’shtola raised her other arm, she could feel her instead of seeing, letting the smell and body heat sustain her more than any meal as her eyes remained closed.

“They’re running out of titles for you at this point. Mayhap something to do with that tongue shall suffice hmm?” Y’shtola was teasing her, The warrior knew. And yet a title bestowed from Y’shtola would be something she’d gladly wear.

Face covered in the other’s sweat, she opened her eyes wide, and then watched as Y’shtola stood. Pointing her finger, she commanded.

“On your back.”

She obeyed.

Y’shtola’s bed smelled like her, a thought the other woman wasn’t given much time to process.

“Very well done Warrior. But I am yet not satisfied. One must keep completely clean after all.”

Her vision was completely taken up by a peachy, round, perfect ass! Mouth open in surprise, The warrior’s lips were greeted by a tight asshole! Taking in a heaving breath, she could have fingered herself stupid on the spot, opting to grope and squeeze the cheeks covering her face, nose pressed firmly against her skin.

Y’shtola moaned for the first time, voice deep and low.

“You wanted something to eat, did you not dear Warrior? Well, use that overly eager tongue.” Wiggling to make herself comfortable, Y’shtola chuckled and leaned forward to spread the other’s legs.

“You took a liking to my feet did you not?”

There was no answer as the warrior’s tongue danced circles around the tight rim, teasing the entrance and yearning to slide her tongue further down for just a drop of Y’shtola’s tantalizing pussy’s juices. Her own had been building and building, leaving her own hole slick and needy.

Y’shtola hummed, using her big toe to rub and tease her clit, sliding her sole down to gently step and prod. Beneath her, Y’shtola could hear the warrior’s muffled moans and feel her tongue writhe! Eyes fluttering, she worked her feet slowly against her pussy, toes dipping and teasing her wet hole. The warrior’s tongue worked Y’shtola, her hands sliding up and down her waist and gripping her ass, spreading her cheeks apart.

For every bead of sweat she dared to spill, she lapped her tongue where skin met skin and returned to the delightful asshole she wanted to press her tongue deeper, and deeper into. Every happy hiss and tense groan Y’shtola made, she tested how far she could go.

Shit, she was going to cum too.

Emboldened, the warrior used her superior strength to pick the other up by her ass, and loudly moaned, letting every carnal need sweep over her as she kissed, sucked, and licked at Y’shtola’s clit. Her grip was firm, providing a perfect seat as she savored every sweet taste Y’shtola could give, feeling her tense and relax again and again.

Y’shtola’s toes swirled over her clit, not stopping until the warrior planted the other’s ass back onto her face, thighs shaking as she let her orgasm leave her hot and shivering.

On shaking legs, Y’shtola climbed off and stood. Her tail swished from side to side, ears perked high as she settled her hands on her hips, a triumphant smile bright on her face.

“Excellent work my dear warrior of light. Consider me satisfied… for the night. Keep this up and mayhap one day I’ll forgive you.”

The warrior was in no state to answer, panting, arms splayed, and dazed. Saving the world, and this? She picked the best career!