Rose felt something unique, something she had never felt before.
From a very young age, her father had already arranged a marriage for her.
To her, that wasn't a bad thing; after all, he was someone she had known and admired for as long as she could remember.
He was like an older brother to her, and she honestly felt lucky to have married him.
She truly loved him until the tragic day he passed away.
And ever since her husband had died, she had remained single, with no interest in any other man; she thought it was because she couldn't get over her husband's death.
At least she thought so until, at some point, women began to seem attractive to her on a deeper level than simply admiring their beauty—it was something more.
Something more intense.
She didn't really know why or what had caused it.
Even so, she never revealed that interest. She couldn't; she had a grandson, a family, and even an entire race to look after.
She had never really had the chance to explore or try anything with another girl.
Until she met Iris—even setting aside the fact that Iris had saved her from a dangerous situation—Iris was one of the most beautiful girls she'd seen in a long time, and she sparked an almost immediate interest in her.
Even so, she didn't do anything about it or make a big deal of it, just like the many times before when a girl had caught her attention.
She thought nothing would really happen; even if she was interested in Iris, she would never consider actually trying anything.
In fact, just forming that bond between them seemed too good and more than enough for her.
Iris's liveliness and energy seemed to push away her dark thoughts about the future and eased the heavy burden she was carrying just a little.
Rose couldn't have asked for more than that, but it seemed Iris didn't think the same way she did.
She was an experienced woman; still, as Iris had said, she realized far too late what Iris was up to.
She should have suspected something when Iris changed them both into that revealing, sexy lingerie.
But the massage was definitely real—she felt better and better, more at ease and relieved.
Although Iris had mentioned something earlier about the harem and such, Rose just thought it was young people's slang or modern trends she didn't quite understand.
In her mind, Iris was a married woman who wouldn't be planning anything inappropriate.
But she was wrong; she realized Iris's intentions too late, yet she didn't really want to stop her.
She, who had held back for so long, who had never dared to explore, felt she would never find an opportunity like this again.
And even though she understood how wrong all of this was—that she was already an older woman, even a widow, and that Iris was a married woman—Rose decided to go ahead with it, and she doesn't regret it.
Finally, she could feel it; she could confirm that what she felt wasn't an illusion.
She felt that a kind of chain binding her had finally been broken.
She felt so good, so complete, that she even felt a little guilty toward her beloved late husband, but she was sure he would want her to be happy and to start over.
..
Now Rose, after her great liberation, is regaining complete clarity and finally putting her thoughts in order.
She felt great and has no regrets, but she has to face the consequences of her actions, starting with Iris's husband; she needed to think about how—
sllick!
"Ah! I-Iris"
Her train of thought was abruptly interrupted by Iris.
"slurp, hmm? It tastes like roses, ah! It's because of the oil; some spilled here, hmm, I think it was the kind that's safe to eat… whatever, it improves the taste; if the roses give it an extra flavor, but the essence does, lick!!, okay, let's try one more to confirm, slick!... If the taste is different from Iris's…"
At some point, she had crawled between Rose's legs and began tasting with her tongue, while seemingly thinking aloud about her opinion of the taste.
When Rose looked down and saw the fiery red-haired elf between her legs, she couldn't help but feel intensely embarrassed again; Iris's comments didn't help either, and she, in her extreme embarrassment, tried to push her away with her hands.
"Mmmngh! Wait, big sister, I'm evaluating something here… oh, now that I think about it, will Iris taste the same or different now? Hmm, Astan hasn't tasted it yet… well, I'll make comparisons later; for now, I'll taste it deep— mngh, slicjh, lero!"
But Iris, who seemed immersed in her tasting, didn't let herself be pushed away easily. She firmly gripped Rose's thighs, preventing herself from being separated from her, and continued with her tasting.
"Ahhh! No! No, please, ahh!"
Iris used her tongue with great expertise, though after all, she was now made up of two people who had been married for five years and were both sexually active.
The way her tongue moved was not something Rose could easily handle; her delicate and still very sensitive flower really couldn't take it, and it was the first time she'd ever experienced this kind of stimulation. Rose had never been treated this way by her husband.
That caused the heat to quickly rise again, and Rose began to let herself be carried away by the sensations once more.
Iris's tongue movements were anything but gentle and considerate.
She wanted to avoid looking down because of the intense embarrassment she was feeling.
"Hue~, okay, now it's this little guy's turn, hueh~"
Rose felt even more embarrassed; having someone talk between her legs was something she didn't know how to handle, but what Iris said caught her attention, and she inevitably looked down.
"W-what are you, kyaa!"
There she saw Iris still with her face between her legs, but this time Iris was looking up at her face; there was a mischievous expression, and she immediately felt Iris's warm tongue brush against her pearl, drawing an involuntary scream from her.
"Heuhe, nice scream, sis, give me more"
"No, Iris, no, wait, let me go, ammngh!, not that, I need aahhh!"
Rose was really struggling; she wanted to pull away from Iris, but Iris held on tenaciously.
She kept licking, but kept looking at her mischievously, as if Rose's struggle amused and aroused her.
On the other hand, Rose felt she was falling at the mercy of Iris's tongue; she was losing her strength and resistance.
Rose was quickly losing control of her body again; Iris was once more making her feel things on a level she had never felt before.
Little by little, her struggles to push her away grew less and less intense.
Slurpcups!...lurp
Iris, as if she were a culinary expert, was focused on sucking deeply, not missing a single spot and making sure to taste every last bit.
"Mnngh! Iris, no!... that's so vulgar, no!!—..."
Suck!... schlp! sllick
She wasn't just licking; she was also sucking and slurping, making sounds so vulgar that Rose didn't know how to process that they were coming from her; Iris was driving her crazy both physically and mentally.
And it seemed that Iris's tenacity had paid off.
At a certain point, Rose was no longer trying to push Iris away, but was clinging tightly to her hair, as if she wanted to hold on to something in the midst of that storm of sensations that wouldn't stop.
Rose felt herself reaching the peak again, and once more the intent of her hands shifted; instead of just clinging on, she was now pressing Iris harder against her, as if asking for more intensity to reach what had been promised.
Iris, sharp as always, understood immediately and met Rose's expectations.
It was more intense. Now that she no longer had to fight against Rose and had her hands free, she added one more to the equation.
The stimulation intensified, and Rose could feel it; she was getting dangerously closer and closer—just a little more, just a little more—and she was sure she would reach that ecstatic sensation once again.
That she would soar to the highest heights once more and, even if only briefly, forget everything else, including her problems; it was just a little more, and the inevitable would arrive.
Her body reacted and tensed; she stared at the ceiling, holding her breath. Rose felt that there was just a little more to go and couldn't help but say so.
"I-Iris, I'm almost—!"
"Slurp, okay, big sis, here's the finishing touch!... shloop!"
Big mistake. Iris knew from experience that at this point, there was nothing better than a big, unexpected stimulation.
"Huh?"
Rose, who was at her peak, suddenly felt that something was wrong. She couldn't quite figure out what it was, but there was something strange about it.
Maybe it was because of the incongruity of hearing that Iris had sucked on something and not feeling anything at that moment.
And just before she could understand more, it happened.
"Alright, all the way up, sis!!!."
"Huh?... Ah! Aaaah! No, Iris, Not THEREE!"
"Yes! (｀∇´)..., go ahead, I'll take it all!"
Yes, Rose finally figured out what was wrong. What Iris had sucked on was the finger of her other hand, which had been free until now, and what she did made no sense to Rose.
"Aaahhh!! Nooo~ ❤️❤️❤️!"
Squelch!...Shlick… drip…
But, just as Iris had predicted, that was the last straw.
Even without understanding a thing, Rose was involuntarily swept into ecstasy, and Iris was there to, as she said, take it all.
Rose was truly losing her mind. Her body arched. Her thighs tensed and then shook violently as a burning current ran down her back to the nape of her neck.
Her fingers clung to the sheets, unable to find anything stable as pleasure exploded inside her uncontrollably.
Rose completely lost her breathing rhythm. Short, broken gasps escaped her throat as she felt continuous spasms in her abdomen and legs.
But Iris didn't seem content with just bringing her there; she kept intensely stimulating Rose with her mouth and finger.
Every time Rose tried to catch her breath, Iris would stimulate her again to prolong the sensation, keeping her trapped in an orgasm that seemed to go on forever.
"Ah... ahh... Iris... i-it's too much...❤️ I can't stop ❤️💕💕"
Pshhh … Shlk … schlk
Her body kept reacting on its own. Her hips trembled, her legs tried in vain to close, and small spasms ran through her belly over and over again.
Her sensitivity had reached a point where even the slightest touch drew another moan from her.
Rose truly felt like she was losing her mind.
Where Iris had slipped that wet finger in without warning was something she had never imagined experiencing in that way, much less in the midst of an already intense climax.
The new sensation, mixed with the rest of the stimulation, ended up completely overwhelming her senses.
Iris had no plans to stop until the very end; you could tell by the way she kept using her tongue.
From that position, she watched, fascinated, as Rose's body continued to react in small waves: gentle spasms in her abdomen, ragged breathing, weak legs, and an expression completely lost in ecstasy.
For Iris, that only encouraged her even more to be more aggressive.
"Aahh, oh my god, I really... I-I can't... anymore, mngh, pleashe~ ❤️💕💕..."
Splrrghh … drip… plop… splis
Rose was already begging for mercy, but there was no turning back.
This was just the prelude to an experience Rose would never forget.
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