The Sword Saint’s Second Life As a Fox Girl

The ceiling was unfamiliar. It was the first thing that came to Erin’s mind the moment she regained her consciousness and opened her eyes. It was the first thing she saw and she couldn’t help but question the unfamiliarity.

It wasn’t just the ceiling. It was the bed too. She was sleeping on a proper bed, not some pile of hay that was bundled together in a blanket. The room was unfamiliar too. It was tidy and clean. Was she in an inn? Erin asked herself but the answer came to her quite soon. No, she didn’t think so. The room was far too furnished to be an inn, for one. Moreover, the window offered her a levelled view of the streets outside. She couldn’t remember the last time a guest room of an inn was on the ground floor.

This was someone’s abode, Erin came to such a conclusion. As she tried to get out of the bed, she realised she was in a simple robe that was clearly meant for slumber. It was loose, a size bigger than her. She had to pull on the sash to make sure the robe wouldn’t just slip off of her when she stood up.

After getting her bearings, Erin perceived her surroundings with Life Sense and her other conventional senses. There were plenty of life signs around her but not as many as a town or city would have. She was in a small town or a village. The room she was in appeared to be attached to a larger building and there were quite a few presences just outside the room. 

Erin could also smell the familiar aroma of meat and the fragrance of ale and mead. She was in a tavern but she was in the back of it. She surmised she must have been resting in the living quarters of the owner or owners.

“Where is everyone?” Erin finally asked herself the most important question. She must have been unconscious for quite a long while and she figured they would be crowding around her, waiting for her to wake up. But there was no one around when she woke up. 

Nay, there was someone around, she noticed. Or rather, something was around, though she felt sort of guilty for calling her a “thing”. It was Ruri, the Kirin. It was sleeping, all curled up on the bedside table. It barely made any sound as she slept. 

Ruri was tired, dead tired, Erin observed. It was truly curious. What could have made her so exhausted that she pretty much slept like a log?

Just as such a thought crossed her mind, Erin caught a familiar scent approaching the room. The door swung open slowly and a young woman with neck-length dark blue hair entered the room with an apprehensive look. However, the apprehensive look vanished when the woman saw Erin standing beside the bed.

“Erin, you’re finally awake!” Lyra cheered and immediately rushed into Erin’s embrace. 

Perhaps she was asleep longer than she assumed, Erin went tumbling back into the bed with Lyra in her arms. 

Lyra did not let up, however. She trapped her lover’s face between her palms and smacked her lips against her significant other’s own. It wasn’t enough for Lyra. She forced her tongue into Erin and let it run wild as if she had been dying of thirst.

“Whoa, easy there, Lyra.” Erin managed to push Lyra away, with much ease she dared say. It was as if Lyra weighed nothing to her. She gasped for air when their lips parted. Lyra had stolen her breaths, quite literally.

Lyra scowled in response. She brought her face close to Erin’s with their lips almost touching. “Easy? You’re telling me to take it easy? Do you know how long you have been unconscious?”

Erin hesitated to answer. “...I’m guessing it’s been pretty long?”

“Two weeks. That’s how long you have been asleep for.”

Erin felt her eyes bulging. She didn’t expect to have been unconscious for so long. Just how much did she overexert herself? She didn’t want to know. “...I’m sorry.” It was the only response she could think of.

Lyra sighed. “It’s alright. You’re awake now, you’re in one piece, and you’re in good health, relatively speaking. That’s all that matters.”

Erin smiled wryly. Her hand moved by itself. It went towards Lyra’s cheek. She couldn’t help herself. She had to stroke it. She had to return the affection. Her heart demanded it and so did her body.

Lyra returned a smile and rubbed herself with the hand that was stroking her.

“So… what happened after I fell unconscious?” Erin asked the burning question she had wanted to ask ever since she woke up.

“The Aerysians kept their word— well, the girl did and she made sure the others did too. She threatened to kill anyone who dared to go against the result. She made sure each and every one of them left through the teleportation array before she… succumbs to her injuries if you can even call it that.”

“She’s dead, then?”

“You don’t sound happy.”

“It’s just a waste, you know? She’s a good fighter. One of the best that I have fought. And she’s dead. Well, enough about them. Where are we now? And where is everyone?”

“We are in some nameless village because… apparently, the folks here couldn’t decide on a name and they didn’t have any… specialities.”

“Nameless? That’s… new.”

“They were surprised when they saw us. I even thought they would turn us away.”

“But they didn’t.”

“They didn’t.” Lyra giggled. “Because quite a few of them are Aeryons.”

In such a short span of time, Erin found herself being astounded once more. “Is this… a Grove?”

Lyra shook her head. “Nah, just a normal village. They pray to the Dragon God, that’s all.”

“I see. Alright, the other question then. Where is everyone?”

“Errands. Working.”

“That’s a surprise. I thought all of you would be crowding around me until I woke up.”

“We intended to but...” Lyra’s expression changed.

“But?”

“After you fell unconscious, you kept… exuding this… tantalising essence. Your lust, Aedan called it. There was no other way to describe it.”

Erin felt strange. She was afraid of what she would hear next. She was well aware of the effects. 

“Just being near you makes all of us go into heat. We would have jumped on you if it wasn’t for Ruri.”

Erin looked at the sound-asleep Kirin. She wished she could sleep that soundly. “That’s impressive.”

“It was but… even she has her limits. Fortunately, we found this village before anything drastic happened. The owner of this inn was a devout follower of Aeryo. He was more than happy to lend us this room when Aedan asked. Of course, restrictive runes were carved around the room to make sure none of your… lust escaped the room. We took turns taking care of you. Bathe you. Fed you.”

“...Aedan too?”

Lyra tittered. “He wished but we didn’t let him. We figure he would… do something to you if he was left alone with you.”

For reasons that Erin didn’t dare to admit, she was disappointed hearing that. “I wouldn't mind…” she muttered in the softest voice she could.

If it was Siv or Nivia, they would have caught that. Lyra didn’t. However, she didn’t need to. Erin’s disappointment was written all over her face. “Are you that debauched?” Lyra asked with a questioning gaze.

“W-what are you talking about?” Erin returned the question with a wry smile.

Lyra pouted. In response, she buried her face in Erin’s neck, nibbling on the pale, soft, and supple flesh that she hadn’t tasted for who knew how long. The same scent. The same warmth. It had been far too long. She couldn’t stand it any longer. She didn’t stop with just the nibble nor the neck. She yanked the loose robe off of Erin and proceeded to devour every inch of the sensual and alluring Fox-kin.

Erin was not one to just lay there and let her companion do all the work. While Lyra was busily tasting every nook and cranny of her body, she was busy taking Lyra’s garments off. It wasn’t difficult but with the way Lyra kept moving and slithering around, it took quite some time, though Erin did eventually take off every last piece of her companion’s clothing.

They were both now as bare as they were when they were born.

Erin couldn’t take it anymore. The moment her lover’s bare skin and warmth touched her body directly, she felt something snap in her mind. She grabbed hold of Lyra’s hips and flipped both of them over with her now on top.

Lyra was taken aback by the sudden shift of position but she didn’t mind. As long as Erin wasn’t pushing her away, she would let her do anything to her. 

It was Erin’s turn to maul her lover. And she did so with all the passion she could invoke. She didn’t just nibble on Lyra’s skin. She bit down on it, leaving marks, her marks. Lyra was hers, those marks made certain of that. With every mark she left, a moan escaped from Lyra’s lips. The closer the mark was to her sensitive parts, the louder the moans. When Erin left a mark directly on her modest mound, Lyra squealed in an ecstatic delight. She swore she even came a little.

Erin was merciless and relentless. She knew Lyra came but she didn’t stop nor did she slow down. She immediately left a mark on Lyra’s other nipple, drawing out another orgasm. It was even more intense than the last. Lyra shuddered and arched her body as honey came gushing out of her wondrous hole in a marvellous fashion.

While Lyra was still coming down from her high, Erin moved on to a more intimate spot, where a spray of holy fluids had just been expelled. It was throbbing with anticipation and it was already plenty wet enough without any direct stimulation. Erin grinned and provided the entrance of the sanctuary with direct stimulation. She inserted her tongue into the holy cavern and let it run wild as Lyra had done with her but in a less intimate spot.

Lyra arched her body once more and let out a large spray of her holy fluids. She was more famished than she had expected of herself. She was still cumming even after a while and Erin did not stop lashing the walls of her snatch. The chain of pleasure was rapidly guiding her to another peak and it was close within reach. She was suddenly thrust toward the peak when Erin pinched the small bean dangling near the entrance. Lyra covered her mouth and let out the loudest screech of ecstasy she could muster with all the strength she had. The pleasure was so great that if she didn’t know any better, she would have assumed she was shocked by lightning. She definitely would have thought so if it had been pain instead of pleasure.

Amidst of the immense storm of pleasure, there was a hint of displeasure. Lyra was the only one feeling good and she was just laying there. Erin needed some love too. She wanted to return the favour, the pleasure. Her eyes were glazed with pleasure but she could still see properly. She could see Erin devoting every last bit of her attention to her womanly cavern. She could also see Erin’s tails gently swaying and dancing behind her. It was captivating… enrapturing. Before she knew it, Lyra found herself staring intently at it, mesmerised by it.

Time to cease then… or rather, it became a blur. All Lyra could feel was the never-ending pleasure continuing to coursing through her entire body, emanating from her honeypot.

When Lyra came to, she was lying on the bed face down with her hips raised as if begging to be struck. Erin was beside her, stroking her back. Erin traced her finger all across Lyra’s smooth back until she came upon her lover’s shapely and lovely rear, which she then gave it a firm smack.

Lyra screamed into the pillow on which her head was resting. She reached her height of ecstasy. She had a softer reaction but the pleasure was not any less. She was simply too exhausted to give much of a reaction. She must have cummed a lot while she was in a daze.

Erin leaned close to Lyra’s ears. “This is only the beginning, Lyra…” she whispered like a succubus, leading her victim into a gaping pit of neverending pleasure.