Softness...Bliss...

Cassy stepped closer, eyes lingering on Virelle's exposed figure.

She couldn't help but marvel. The soft curve of her thighs, the smooth slope of her belly, the gentle weight of her breasts—everything about Virelle's body radiated a kind of plush, natural allure.

Unlike most orc women, who were drawn to thick muscle and broad shoulders, Cassy's tastes leaned elsewhere.

She liked softness.

And Virelle was the exact kind of softness that made her pulse stir.

Still… she shook her head.

'Focus. You'll get your turn. Right now—work first.'

She cleared her throat and stepped forward, her voice calm.

"Can you sit on the bed? I can't get a good look while you're standing."

Inside the tangled frock, Virelle's muffled voice replied, "Sure, just… push me there. I can't see a damn thing in here."

Cassy nodded and gently placed her hands on Virelle's shoulders, guiding her toward the bed. As soon as Virelle felt the mattress behind her knees, she lowered herself down with a soft thump, her bare backside sinking into the plush bedding.

She exhaled sharply. The feel of the cool fabric under her exposed skin made her twitch slightly.

"Now help me," she said, voice a little more desperate than before.

"Don't move," Cassy replied, her tone dry but affectionate.

She crouched down in front of Virelle, bringing her face up to the level of her tangled head. Her chest, full and firm, ended up right in front of Virelle's covered face—close enough to feel her breath warming the skin.

Cassy examined the mess.

It was… worse than expected.

Hair had somehow looped around three different buttons in two different directions, knotted and pulled taut in a way that made Cassy blink.

"What were you even doing?" she muttered. "This is a disaster."

"I don't know!" came Virelle's muffled reply from beneath the cloth. "And can you please pull this damn thing off my face first? It's getting stuffy in here."

Cassy rolled her eyes, but obliged.

She gripped the tunic and tugged it upward, folding the bunched fabric just above Virelle's forehead to uncover her mouth and nose—though her hair and the buttons remained locked together, keeping the dress itself perched like a wide collar around her face.

"There. Now stay like that."

Cassy leaned forward again, resuming her delicate work.

But now Virelle had a new problem.

From this angle, every time she blinked, her vision was filled with two massive, soft mounds swaying gently in front of her face—Cassy's breasts, practically resting on her forehead as she worked.

From this close, Virelle could see details no one else would notice.

Two faint peaks were pressing softly against the fabric of Cassy's tunic—nipples, barely visible from a distance, but now practically in front of her eyes. She could even make out the color—just a shade darker than the rest of her smooth olive skin.

Every time Cassy shifted, those plush mounds jiggled side to side, like firm jelly with a hypnotic bounce.

And Virelle's soft cock, cradled loosely between her thighs, which had been hanging limp all this time… twitched.

Then twitched again.

And began to rise.

'Hey. Don't,' Virelle told herself, jaw tightening. But her gaze didn't waver.

She stared, helpless, transfixed by the soft rhythm of Cassy's swaying breasts. And then Cassy leaned in a little further—just enough for her chest to press directly into Virelle's face.

Warm. Supple. Smelling faintly of flowers.

'What a nice scent… Jasmine? Maybe lavender…?'

Whatever it was, it made Virelle's mind fog for a second. Her cheek was being gently smoothed by soft skin, her lips brushing against fabric and warmth, and gods help her—she was kind of enjoying it.

The cock between her legs also agreed—no longer soft and curled, it began to rise slowly, steadily, stiffening with every heartbeat.

'This is bad,' she thought weakly, still refusing to pull away. 'This is very, very bad.'

Virelle's thoughts were a mess.

She knew she shouldn't be enjoying this. Her face buried in Cassy's chest, her hands squeezing soft thighs for balance, her senses overwhelmed by the warm scent of blooming flowers—but gods, it felt so good.

Cassy, meanwhile, had been too focused to notice.

Her fingers worked diligently at the knots in Virelle's hair, her brows furrowed in concentration. But when she shifted her weight and brought one knee up onto the bed for better balance—

She felt it.

The thick, unmistakable pressure pressed right between her thigh and Virelle's abdomen.

It froze her in place.

Her fingers stopped.

Her breath caught.

Slowly, she pulled back—just enough to look down.

Virelle's flushed face peeked out from beneath the bunched cloth, eyes hazy with heat, lips parted in a shallow gasp. Her skin was glowing, her chest rising and falling in small, uneven breaths.

Then Cassy's gaze dropped lower.

She blinked.

She looked at Virelle's breast—those big, round jugs of flesh with rich brown nipples. If they were filled with milk, they could've easily filled entire bottles. Now, those nipple were stiff and hard, her breast flushed deep with arousal, trembling slightly from the tension building inside her.

Cassy's eyes widened as realization hit as her eyes finally drop to the lowest part.

The once-soft cock that had dangled innocently between Virelle's thighs… was now a monstrous, throbbing column of cream-filled monster, standing proud and angry. 

Veins pulsed visibly along its length, thick and wide, twitching like something was pumping heat—and maybe something else—into it with every second.

The size was obscene.

From base to tip, it could easily stretch from her palm to her elbow. And the girth… her entire hand wouldn't be able to wrap around it fully. It gleamed slightly, a creamy sheen glistening at the surface as it gave a subtle, eager twitch.

'What… the hell?' Cassy thought, stunned, her eyes locked onto the thing like it might move on its own.

It looked powerful.

And hungry.

Cassy gulped as she looked at Virelle again—who was now staring straight back at her. Their eyes met: Virelle's gaze heavy with arousal, silently pleading… craving. Cassy's own eyes widened in surprise, not expecting that kind of look from her.

She quickly got off Virelle, trying to compose herself. Her face stiffened as if forcing herself to stay in control, trying to play it cool.

"It seems… you've got other problems too," she said, clearing her throat awkwardly. Her eyes flicked down toward Virelle's thick, chocolate-hued shaft. "So… should we keep working on your hair entanglement… or should we… cough... address that first?"

Her voice cracked at the end, and her flushed face made Virelle smirk with satisfaction. Seeing this normally serious woman so flustered… it was delightful.

'Heh. So you can make that kind of expression,' Virelle thought, amused.

"But we should deal with my problem first," she said innocently. "After all, my hair's still tangled."

Cassy visibly pouted, clearly not thrilled at the delay. But before she could protest, Virelle added with a teasing grin, "Why don't you take off that frock? Don't you think it's a little too hot right now?"

Cassy internally rolled her eyes—Of course it wasn't hot. With her current strength, she barely felt temperature at all. But she understood where Virelle was going with this, and after a brief pause, she nodded.

"You're right. I'm getting way too… sweaty," she said, her fingers moving to the buttons at her collar.

Virelle chuckled in her mind. 'What a bitch in heat.'

As Cassy slowly undid the buttons one by one, revealing smooth, radiant skin beneath, Virelle's eyes gleamed with hunger. Her tongue ran across her lips, savoring the sight.

Cassy noticed, and her heart thumped harder in her chest.

She liked those kinds of eyes—those wild, ravenous stares from women who just wanted to devour her. And right now, Virelle's gaze screamed just that.

'Ah… I'm going to get eaten again…' she thought.

Yet despite her racing heart and rising heat, her face remained calm and composed—trying, and failing, to act unaffected.