5 . softcore package

Seraphine's touch was gentle as she eased Virael's face back from the dildo, the slick surface glistening with saliva that trailed from her lips.

She untied the blindfold next, letting it fall away, and Virael blinked into the dim light, her chest heaving with ragged gasps.

Her face was a portrait of exhaustion and bliss—eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed, lips parted as she sucked in air.

Seraphine watched her for a moment, a faint smile playing on her lips, then reached for a damp towel.

The cloth was warm and soft, infused with water that shimmered faintly, carrying a subtle magic.

As she wiped it across Virael's skin—over her back where the thick heat of Seraphine's release still lingered, down her thighs where her own juices had streaked—it cleansed her effortlessly, leaving behind a delicate floral scent, like jasmine kissed by dew.

Virael's body felt renewed, though the ache of pleasure lingered in her bones.

Seraphine helped her into her clothes with care, her fingers brushing Virael's skin one last time as she tugged the black top over her head and smoothed the leather pants into place.

She handed Virael her glasses, the familiar weight settling back on her nose, and guided her toward the door.

The crimson room faded behind them as they stepped into the cool air of the hallway.

Just beyond the threshold, Seraphine paused, turning to face her.

"I hope you enjoyed the service," she said, her voice warm and smooth.

"I'd love to see you again soon."

Then she leaned in, her lips brushing close to Virael's ear, her breath a teasing whisper.

"That was just the softcore package, you know. The next two… they'll be even more fun."

A shiver traced Virael's spine, but her expression hardened back to its neutral mask.

She nodded once, murmured a quiet "Thank you," and stepped out into the night, the midnight moon casting long shadows across her path.

At home, Virael collapsed into her bed, the floral scent still clinging faintly to her skin.

Her mind drifted as sleep tugged at her—should she return alone, for the second package?

Or bring a partner, someone she knows personally?

The thought lingered, unresolved, and she shrugged it off, letting exhaustion pull her under.

The next morning, she strode into the guild, her horns catching the light as she approached Elaria's desk.

"The Velvet Abyss has three packages," she reported, her voice flat.

"I've tried the first. It was… thorough. Intense, but not overwhelming. I'd give it an seven out of ten."

Elaria tilted her head, her sharp eyes glinting with curiosity.

"Sounds intriguing. Want me to tag along for the second one?"

Virael's lips pressed into a thin line, her face unreadable.

"No," she said simply, turning on her heel and heading for the door.

Outside, she nearly bumped into a familiar figure—her junior, a sprightly young woman with a petite frame, cat ears twitching atop her head, and a fluffy tail swaying behind her.

"Morning, Virael!" she chirped, her voice bright.

"Good luck out there!"

Their rapport was easy, a quiet camaraderie built over months at the guild.

Virael paused, studying her—the way her ears flicked with every sound, the soft curve of her smile.

On impulse, she spoke.

"Hey. Want to be my partner for something?"

The younger woman's eyes widened, her tail giving a curious swish.