The next day…
Lana let out a groan as the sun shined through her bedroom window. She rose up, feeling the sheets beneath her sticking to the exposed skin of her arms and shoulders as she did so, the fabric having gotten somewhat soaked on her due to the amount of sweat she had on her the previous night. She hadn't had time to get to the shower, or bathe, despite the smell she left as she went through the house, but her mother didn't have the heart to tell her to take a bath before going to bed. After all, Lana looked way too exhausted, and she wanted the poor thing to get some rest, despite the protests of her sisters (especially since they had to sleep in the bunk beneath hers). It didn't help at all that the heat wave that fell upon Alola had not dissipated yet, and had in fact worsened overnight. All in all, it led to her getting even sweatier over the last night, especially now that the hot, morning sun had cast a ray of heat upon her as she rose from bed. She winced and threw off her covers, and she was immediately hit with a wave of her own musk; it was then that she remembered the sensations she felt yesterday. The familiar warmth she felt all over her body. The warmth she felt between her legs…
She blinked and turned to the closed door of her room. Her mother was away doing errands, and her sisters were gone for the day with her, as well. She had the whole house to herself… The implications of her being alone suddenly came rushing through her head, and with it came the same swelling feeling within her that she felt the previous day, when she was alone at Brooklet Hill. She bit her lower lip and turned her attention to the door leading to the bathroom, where the bath tub and shower waited for her… But… Those could wait. She shook her head and sat herself against the door, pressing her weight against it so that she could not only listen in and hear her family should they return, but also make sure that if they were to try and enter her room, she could stall them and reorient herself, and perhaps come up with an excuse. After all, she didn't know how her mother or her sisters would react. But she brushed all of that out of her head. Lana needed to recreate what happened yesterday, so she can get it out of her mind… At least, she hoped. She lifted her arms up, pressing the palms of her hands to the back of her head before leaning against them, trapping her hands between her head and the door so she couldn't move them. Her armpits were exposed and radiated the musk that she had gotten familiar with before, and oh did she want to get familiar with it once again. With her armpits at either side of her face, both of them emitting the strange, strong, and salty smelling scent that hadn't been freshened up since the previous day, Lana felt her legs trembling, and she felt a soft warmth and wetness between her legs.
"This must be it," she said, trying to be observant, though her voice was tinted with a needy lust that consumed her. "I just need a little more. This seems to be working…" She leaned her head to the side, pressing her nose against the curve of her armpit, burying her nostrils against the sour smelling flesh and taking a big whiff. She could feel not only the dried sweat from yesterday but also the new coat of sweat on her underarm against her nose, the sensation and the smell making her equally smelly toes curl in anticipation for more. She felt the wet stickiness becoming more and more prominent between her legs, and she had to force herself to try and calm down, to steady her heavy, needy breathing so that she could listen outside her door and make sure that her mother or her sisters weren't home. She took a good ten seconds to simply listen, to make sure she didn't miss the sound of their footsteps or their faint voices, and it was ten seconds of torture on her own part, since it was ten seconds that she could have spent exploring her own body…
"They don't seem to be home yet," she sighed, breathing in more of her own sweat, letting the spicy scent drift into her nostrils as she nuzzled her own armpit. She stuck her tongue out and ran it along the curve of her underarm, lapping up as much of the stray sweat as she could, essentially 'cleaning herself'. Or so she tried to justify to herself, at least. Her saliva mixed with her armpit sweat to create a potent smell, one that was more intense than just her sweat alone. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she took in this new combination scent of her fresh saliva and sweat, the smell so strong that it made her mind tingle and buzz, while her body continued to writhe in the pleasure. Her chest was rising up and down with her breathing, and her heart was pounding like crazy with how much sensation and pleasure she was feeling. She continued to lap her tongue at her armpit, before alternating to the other one. That one wasn't 'cleaned' yet, and it had some fresh sweat that she needed to absolutely collect. She licked at the underarm flesh before pinching her teeth against the flesh, biting at it softly, but only ever so softly that she didn't hurt herself. She rang her tongue all over the armpit skin that she had trapped between her teeth, focusing it down as much she could before letting go. She felt more and more of that sensation building within her, more and more of that warmth and more and more of that sweet, sticky liquid building between her legs and staining her thighs.
But simply smelling her own pits… didn't feel like enough. Yesterday it might have been enough, especially with how much she used her feet, but today she felt that it was… lacking. Severely lacking. She let one of her arms down while her feet rubbed up against each other, her toes gripping at the socks on her feet as she slowly peeled them off, the fabric having gotten a bit stuck on her sweaty soles and toes. As soon as the socks were off she tossed them to the sides, and additional waft of musk emanating from her feet made Lana moan.
"The scent is wonderful… So wonderful. But why isn't it enough?"
Her curiosity getting the better of her, she pulled down her pants and looked down between her legs, noticing a trickle of the sticky juices rolling down her thigh. She reached forward and with two fingers scooped up some of the juices, before closing her eyes and bringing it to her mouth, closing her lips around the digit before passing her tongue against the juice covered fingertips. Lana felt herself writhe sharply at the taste, gasping, more of her juices beginning to form. She blushed and leaned forward to take more of it, but this time she brought her cum-coated fingers up to her nose to get a good sniff. It smelled so good… She licked it up once more, before moving her other hand between her legs, brushing up against her nethers and...
"Ahhhh!" she moaned, right as her fingertips brushed against her womanhood. She squirmed in pleasure, the feeling of her fingers brushing up against her nethers resonating throughout her body, sending shockwaves of pleasure cascading throughout her form. She began to breathe heavier than before, eyes wide, the feeling never leaving her mind. It took her a good few seconds to realize the amount of noise she just made, and she had to press her ear against the door once again to listen in and make sure that her mother or her sisters were not home. Again, she took another ten seconds to listen… Or at least she should have. After hearing no sound coming in she immediately moved her hand back down to her nether region and rubbed, her form writhing and squirming once again as she felt the pleasure that the action was doing. Not only that, but when she retracted her hands, she noticed the amount of juices that had coated them. Her eyes went wide.
"So that's how it's done…" she deduced. She gulped, and wanted to test it out even further, and pushed her hand beneath her panties and began to stroke her slit gently. She pressed her head back against the wall, banging against it slightly, but she didn't mind the minor amount of pain compared to the huge amount of pleasure that she was getting out of her body. She felt that sensation building up once again, and continued to build up the more she rubbed at herself. Lana continued her moans, a moan for each time her fingers moved down her slit, and another for each time it moved up. It was then that she accidentally pushed one of her fingers inside of her own womanhood, pushing it into her tight nethers, having lubricated herself enough for her finger to effortlessly fit inside Lana's eyes shot open.
"AAAAAHHHHN!~" she screamed out, feeling her inner walls tingle with pleasure and radiate with warmth, all while she felt more of the sticky goodness growing, welling up inside of herself. "More… " she moaned, biting her lower lip, and she pushed another finger inside of herself, making her smelly toes curl. With one hand on her groin she raised her arm once more, placing her armpit right next to herself again. Perhaps if she were to combine the two sensations… With the strong, potent musk of her armpit filling her nostrils (which was also mixing in with the musk emanating from her feet, crotch, and the rest of her body), combined with the exploration of her nether region, Lana felt herself going wild with pleasure. All coherent thought began to leave her body. She couldn't even care if her mother or her sisters entered the house that moment, or rather, she was so lost in her pleasure that she probably wouldn't even know or notice. But that feeling… That strong, powerful feeling that was building up inside of her that previous day?... It absolutely paled in comparison to what she was feeling today. Her fingers began to push in and out of her pussy, finding that the quick back and forth motion of her fingers against her own inner walls was a very effective method of extracting her own juices and providing the most amount of that pleasurable sensation that she was craving so much. Lana bit her lower lip and buried her nose against her armpit, taking in a deep whiff while the pressure continued to build within her. She could feel it building, and building, and she knew that she just needed release. She just needed absolute satisfaction. With both the scent of her sweat and the fingers exploring her sensitive spot, she felt herself getting closer, and closer, and closer, until.
"AAAAAAHHHHN~ I-IT FEELS SO GOOD!" she screamed, as a torrent of her juices spilled from her nethers, coating her thighs and the floor beneath her. She continued to orgasm, the pleasure reaching a perfect crescendo while her back arched forward, her body continuing to writhe as shockwaves of pleasure tore through her body, drowning out any other senses.
Lana laid her back against the door, gasping for breath, breathing in and out heavily. She simply laid there, back against her door, feeling absolutely exhausted as her whole body reeked of musk, sweat, and sex. It took her a good five minutes of being lost in her own pleasure before she leaned forward, and noticed the considerable pool of her own juices that was now spilled onto the floor.
"Oh dear," she said, blushing. "If I'm to do this again at some point, I need some way to hide this and clean this up."
Standing up on wobbly legs, she looked around for a towel, before going inside of her bathroom. She brought her own personal towel out and moved to clean up the mess, but not before spotting something out of the corner of her eye. It was a glass bottle, which once contained some bath product, but was now emptied and cleaned out. She regarded it for a moment, tilting her head, milling over the possibilities she can do with that glass bottle.
"I wonder… No, I would need a place to hide it. Though… I think I know of a location where my mother and sisters wouldn't find it."