A/N: When Sampo rolled up and dropped the line about 'adult experience', I just had to write something lewd, you know?

Note I started writing this halfway into the Golden Hour storyline. At the time of writing, I have now finished the main story and reached interlude.

Expect a lot more Firefly lewds, as a result.

Also hoping to do some Acheron and Black Swan lewds, but alas ideas for them both are elusive. Suggestions?

Either way, hope you enjoy~

A New Experience

When Stelle had come to Penacony, one thing she didn't anticipate was running into Sampo.

It baffled her, really. He was a resident of Belobog as far as she knew; digging up trash and selling it off at exorbitant prices, seducing people with offers of value only to skimp out on them and run with the deposit – he was a scammer that styled himself as a professional merchant, and ever since they met Stelle had been wary of him.

Yet she could not point and say he was a bad person. Possibly crazy, yes, but not a bad person per se.

So it was a bit of a surprise when he made her and Firefly a... strange offer.

''Let me give you a taste of the adult world.''

His wording was sus at best and the fact he had two girls cornered at a drink stand was the recipe for a very dodgy cake, but she had a feeling he wouldn't leave her alone if she refused – there was a glint in his eye, a promise of some unspoken hint that piqued her attention. One that she agreed to – and in turn, Firefly uncertainly did too.

Thus Sampo led them halfway across Golden Hour towards a salon. A salon, of all places. Stelle kept her complaints to herself though and followed behind the enigmatic jester, staying close to Firefly so she didn't get lost in the crowds they had to pass through. However just when they neared the Pepeshi-something salon Sampo took a right, leading them instead to a more isolated corner shop, tucked away from view by a support pillar and tall plant pot.

''And here we are.'' Sampo said with a self-satisfied swagger. ''Come on in ladies; this is what the adult world is all about~''

Stelle quirked a brow, one hand on her hip. The store didn't stand out all that much, frankly. Faded amber front, fogged-over windows too dense to peer through – rendering their purpose mostly nil – and the door was visibly heavy. Compared to the even livelier places in the Golden Hour, this one felt... banal, almost. Like a cosy store you'd find in a side-street of a big city. Tucked away and known to only a few.

She glanced left at Firefly. Her newest companion peeked back at her with a furrowed brow, visibly uncertain about trusting Sampo – unsurprising, he wasn't exactly a trustworthy guy – but at her unspoken question nodded. Trusting her.

Stelle sighed. ''Alright, let's go inside then. You're paying though Sampo.''

''Of course, of course! Anything for my esteemed companion!''

Stelle shook her head in disbelief but pushed open the heavy wood door. Immediately she was greeted by a perfumy scent that she could best describe as honeyed; her nose scrunching up as she was assaulted by the rich, sweet scent. Yet still she ventured further inside, hearing more than seeing Firefly follow her inside as she took in the cramped décor of the place; wooden walls and black tile flooring giving it a warm, if rustic vibe, aided by the numerous pots of incense or lanterns around the place. Aside from the reception desk right in front of her the room only had a couple of seats by the windows with nobody else around, though the two narrow corridors on either side of the reception desk may hint as to where they went.

''Ah Bluegill, the most generous salon owner in all of Penacony~'' Sampo grandly swung up to the reception desk, flashing his winning smile to the girl behind it – petite, dark-skinned and with deep blue hair in twin-tails that fell to the floor.

''Welcome back Sampo.'' The girl greeted with a dry drawl. ''Back for another round?''

''Of course, but I brought some guests.'' He gestured at them, bringing the receptionist's gaze onto them. ''Please give them the VIP treatment and put it on my card. They're valued friends after all.''

''Right.'' The girl rolled her eyes but typed away on a... typewriter with wings? ''You're lucky we're quiet at the moment. I've messaged the staff; you're free to go on in.''

''Why thank you Bluegill, you're always a dear~''

''Yeah yeah, whatever you say Sampo.''

Sampo seemingly ignored the drawl of the woman and spun to face them, clapping his hands merrily. ''And that's that sorted! Please enjoy – think of it as a little welcome gift from your old pal Sampo Koski. I know I'll be enjoying my time here too. Toodles~!''

With a two-fingered salute the enigmatic man sauntered off into the leftmost hallway, the sound of a door clunking shut audible. Stelle glanced to the receptionist, Bluegill, but the girl just met her gaze and jerked a thumb to the right corridor – and so with a shrug she complied, making her way around the desk and down the hallway, finding a door waiting for her at the end.

''Are we really doing this?'' Firefly's uncertain words lured Stelle's gaze back to her.

''Don't see why not.'' Stelle replied lightly, putting a hand on the door. ''It's just a salon, right? If he's paying for it, might as well enjoy, right?''

''I-I suppose...''

Stelle offered a small smile of reassuring and received one in return. Pressing her hand to the door she had to put a bit of strength behind it, easing it open to reveal a staircase descending... upwards? Looking at it the staircase should be going down, but the longer she stared the more it seemed to actually be going upwards – and the moment she took a step, she crossed ten steps at once, her leg seemingly elongating even if she didn't feel any different.

''Woah...'' Stelle glanced back to where Firefly was – finding that the world was distorted somewhat, like she was looking through a spyglass. ''It feels weird but... seems to be fine?''

Firefly smiled encouragingly up at her and Stelle took another few steps, the distorted space allowing her to reach the top – bottom? – of the stairs in just three measly steps. The moment she crossed the threshold of the final step her perspective warped back to normal, her eyes blinking as if coerced into doing so; leaving her standing in a room with the same rustic aesthetics of the entrance.

Only now the honeyed smell was so much sweeter, almost intoxicatingly so.

A little squeak and bump against her back told her Firefly had arrived, a smile quirking at her lips as she looked about, the corridor void of both doors and windows – aside from a single door right in front of her. With their destination obvious Stelle popped it open and stepped forth, half-expecting another space-distorting staircase, but instead she was greeted by a white-tiled room that looked remarkably like a pool changing room. Lockers lined the left and right whilst a bench remained in the middle, leaving a row of four showers at the far end of the room with a single door between them.

Then just as she crossed the threshold a piece of paper burned to life in front of her, as if time was reversing and it patched itself back together just to be seen.

Hello valued guests!

Welcome to the Super Smooth Salon, we hope you enjoy our services!

Please undress and take a relaxing shower using our luxurious and moisturising body wash, free of charge and guaranteed to make your worries go away!

From there, feel free to venture into the parlour and be attended to by our experienced staff, who will help relieve you of your worries, cleanse your mind of stress and make you feel like brand new!

We hope you enjoy this memorable experience!

The note disintegrated the moment she finished reading it, as if sensing when she was done. Stelle hummed at that and turned her eyes onto Firefly, unsurprised to find her reading an identical note that, seconds later, also disintegrated.

''I thought this was a salon?'' Stelle noted.

''As did I... though, I suppose a salon could also offer a massage...?'' Firefly posited hesitantly, but smiled all the same. ''We've come this far, might as well see it to its end, right?''

Stelle bobbed her head in agreement and made her way over to one of the lockers, casually shrugging her jacket off and setting it inside the open locker. It was then though as she heard cloth flutter she became conscious of the fact they would be sharing a single changing room, the thought bringing a pink tint to Stelle's cheeks, but after a second she quashed the embarrassment and pulled her top up over her head.

It sent her hair fluttering until she brushed it back, the sweet-smelling air tickling over her now-exposed skin. Without delay she slipped her hands behind her back and unclipped her bra, easing it off whilst holding it to her chest, daring to peek over her shoulder to make sure Firefly wasn't just standing there watching her.

Firefly stood on the other side of the room, practically mirroring her position – and her state of dress. Her black top was off and her thigh-highs had also been removed, both neatly folded and in the locker already. Then with only slight hesitation she loosened the collar of her dress and pulled it up, exposing more of her creamy thighs, her cute butt clad in white panties, her smooth back and soon the back of her bra too; her dress coming over her head a second later, her hair falling messily down her back.

Stelle looked away before she was caught peeking, though Firefly's ass lingered in her mind's eye. Still she shrugged out of her bra and stuffed it into the locker, her skirt coming undone and tossed in alongside it. She took her time with her underwear, daring to glance back again and found Firefly topless, her smooth back holding her attention for just a second before Stelle bent forwards, peeling her underwear off and undoing her shoes.

Tossing both them and her socks into her locker she looked over to the showers and meandered over, heading for the leftmost one – but it was out of order. So was the one next to it, a floating note inscribed with the letters plainly. Prompting her to go check on the third one. Just as Firefly did the same.

''Ah.''

''Oh, um...''

Stelle wasn't one to get embarrassed about nudity. She was, however, one to get flustered when seeing a cute girl nude – her cheeks warming as she unconscious soaked in Firefly's figure, tracing the curve of her waist into her hips, of her slender yet squishy-looking thighs, to her rather perky, generous chest. More than that she felt Firefly eyeing her up too, her wandering gaze a near-physical presence as it ran over her chest and down her tummy, sending shivers through Stelle.

Firefly snapped out of it soon enough though, looking away with burning cheeks. ''S-Sorry. It seems this is the only shower that isn't out of order – you can go first, I'll just wait.''

Stelle shook her head. ''It's fine, you can go.''

Firefly pouted at her and crossed her arms; perhaps unaware of how it pushed up her attractive bust. ''Then... we could share it...?''

Though flustered Stelle found the strength to murmur an agreement, a simple gesture coaxing Firefly in first. The stall itself wasn't too small, the tile wall on either side enough for them to stand side-by-side easily, but considering they met less than an hour ago it was a bit embarrassing to be nude together. Still she did her best to ignore it, waiting as Firefly twisted some dials and caused a warm spray of water to fall over them both; several body wash bottles with wings floating up to them; offering themselves.

With a small, if bashful smile Firefly put her back to her and lathered herself up with soap, letting the bottle fly to Stelle the moment she was done with it. Squishing its head Stelle got a palmful of the creamy-looking body wash and set about doing the same... but she would be lying if she said she wasn't looking at Firefly. The smoothness of her back, the perkiness of her rear, the hint of side-boob that was just begging for her to reach around and grope her... it was tempting.

And Stelle was never good at resisting temptations.

''Ahn~!''

''Sorry.'' Stelle murmured even as she got nice, firm handfuls of Firefly's boobs – a little squish making her partner mewl. ''Just had to check your size.''

''I-Is that so...?''

Whether Firefly believed her or not was another question entirely, but the cheeky fondle was enough to quell Stelle's want – at least for the moment. Hurriedly turning her back on her companion she lathered herself properly and stepped under the spray, rinsing off the soapy suds as Firefly did the same, the two of them escaping the shower's warm embrace and instead dressing themselves in towels.

''You ready to go?'' Firefly inquired with a pink blush and small, endearing smile.

Bobbing her head Stelle opened the door leading out of the changing room. The aesthetic was much like the main entrance, the chocolate-hued wood walls easy on the eyes and the sweet scent luring the pair of them out into the corridor beyond, the L-shaped hallway leading them into a rather small room bereft of windows and lit warmly by amber lamps on the walls. Most notable about the room was the many pots of incense currently burning, being the source of the sweet-smelling scent in the air, and the two massage beds waiting in the centre of the room.

Oh, also the two large, buff guys in tight white shirts and beige shorts; sunglasses hiding their eyes and with hands folded behind their backs.

''Welcome to our establishment, esteemed guests.'' The man on the right bowed, one hand on his chest. ''Please allow us to begin.''

Stelle's cheeks flushed and murmured an agreement, feeling somewhat demure in the presence of two handsome guys, but she kept her thoughts to herself – she'd fought what amounted to a demigod in the form of Phantylia, she could handle being naked in front of two masseuses. Nodding slightly at that she meandered up to the closest bed and sat down on it, glancing at Firefly as she sat down on the other.

''Remove your towels and lay down on your front, esteemed guests.'' The darker-skinned man remarked whilst his blonde companion approached an old-fashioned looking gramophone, one that started playing crackly, yet oddly soothing tunes. ''We will begin then, and do our bests to ensure you feel at ease.''

Stelle murmured an agreement, her cheeks warm as she unwound her towel and exposed her chest to the room, but to their credit the man didn't so much as flinch – then again, he probably saw a lot of naked people so was desensitized to it. That gave her some confidence and she took her towel off fully, leaving it by the foot of the bed before shifting over onto her front; glancing right just in time to catch a look at Firefly's boobs, plump and perky as they squished into the bed a little.

Stelle averted her eyes and eased herself onto her front as well, a pillow propping her chin up and allowing her to fold her arms, just enough breathing room so that her boobs weren't squashed. The music that flowed through the air felt a bit too old for her tastes but as she laid there breathing, her eyes shut, she found herself vibing with it a little. She could almost understand why Welt was fond of it over newer styles of music.

The scent in the air, too, only helped. It no longer felt like a pungent scent but rather a more pleasant one, like fresh honey on warm pancakes. It was cosy – cosy enough to lull her into a daze, her eyes heavy.

Moments later she felt a pair of strong, masculine hands on her bare back – and Stelle had to fight back a moan as they kneaded her muscles. There was a faint twinge of pain as her muscles resisted but whatever technique the masseuse used it dissolved the tension away like it was nothing, her back made of jelly in that moment and only spreading further as he smeared oil into her skin. His firm fingertips dug into her upper-back and then her shoulders, weaselling out all the stiffness in ways she couldn't fully comprehend. Only that her muscles had become jelly, and she had become one with the squish.

A little moan from her right was enough to make her eye crack open, spying Firefly as her tour guide let out a gentle exhalation – lips ajar, eyes lidded, she looked to be in bliss. Stelle could relate, a deep breath filling her lungs before she exhaled it all out, her lungs tingling as the scented air left them. The only downside was that the pillow and position wasn't quite comfortable enough to sleep on, but maybe that was by design; keeping her awake long enough to experience this heaven.

Her sense of time became distorted, and her thoughts became distant – sometimes coming back into focus only to slip through her mental grasp once more. She retained enough awareness though to feel the fingers that worked on her back, her shoulders and thighs, sometimes rising further towards her butt – and Stelle let out a little moan when the man grabbed her ass, his masterful fingers groping and kneading her cheeks. Which felt a little odd for a massage... but she wouldn't deny it felt good.

Then with hands on her hips, the man rolled her over.

Stelle didn't resist; a light groan escaping the dazed Trailblazer as she stared up at the ceiling, only then noticing that there was an array of artwork on it – castles on floating islands, rivers that turned into golden lakes, it was like a fever dream made into an art piece. It kept her mind distracted until the masseuse's fingers returned, and Stelle moaned unashamedly as he started working on her stomach.

His touch was lighter than it was on her back but it still left her tingling and shivering. Her eyes were half-lidded but she couldn't see; lost in a dreamy daze as the man groped at her sides and then worked further down, stroking and kneading her thighs in ways that made her legs feel like mush; even her ankles were so relaxed she could barely twitch a toe. His hands worked their way back up, groping her muscles into submission all the way until he reached her breasts.

And then he groped them too. Whether because of his technique, the scent in the air or just his touch Stelle moaned lightly, her face feeling distantly warm as the handsome guy practically fondled her. His expert fingers sunk into the soft flesh of her tits and he kneaded them tenderly, applying not so much pressure as to be rough but not so little that it didn't have any impact. Her nipples too were stimulated, his thumbs looping around them until they felt in dire need of attention – when his fingers flicked them, eliciting a little whine from her.

A whine from her left though coaxed her gaze over towards Firefly.

Her companion was also on her back. Breathing hard it only emphasised how perky her chest was, doubly so when the masseuse attending to her groped her chest; squishing her tits and making Firefly arch her back a little. Compared to the skittish if friendly girl who walked into the room with her, now she looked totally at peace, no sign of the previous worry remaining.

Stelle shivered as her own masseuse released her chest, shifting down to the base of the bed. She didn't mind, just taking the chance to breathe – peripherally aware of the nameless man clutching her thighs and opening her legs. The reason why became apparent as his head suddenly ended up between them, a spark of conscious thought flitting through her mind – and then pleasure overtook Stelle as something like a tongue lashed at her pussy.

No, it was a tongue. The guy was eating her out. It was a distant thought but one that made her body feel hot, a little moan escaping Stelle as her attendant spread her open, his tongue licking and lashing at her sex without relent. It wasn't a rush, it wasn't aggressive, but rather a patient, non-stop assault that progressively hastened her breaths, her lips pursing and parting with every moan that fled her throat. Tilting her head down she looked over her chest down at the handsome man, her legs too limp to move and leaving nothing to stop the masseuse from tonguing her sex.

'And damn if he isn't good...' The stray thought flitted through her mind.

She wasn't alone either – Firefly's cute, quivering moans escaping her too. Lolling her head to the left she lifted her gaze, looking over at Firefly as her companion was eaten out. The position of her leg blocked the view of it unfortunately but just knowing Firefly was feeling what she was feeling made Stelle moan, her left arm like a noodle even as she reached it out. The motion caught Firefly's gaze, her pretty empyrean eyes locking onto Stelle's own – and with a bashful blush she reached out, catching her hand.

Somehow holding hands with her new friend made getting eaten out so much lewder, a hotter moan escaping Stelle as she arched her back, feeling terribly hot and bothered. The oil on her skin made it tingle and her nipples, lathered in it, felt especially achy; her eyes fluttering as she focused on the intense pleasure working its way through her body. Yet not once did her eyes shut; locked onto Firefly's own as they were pleasured together.

''I-It feels... good...'' Firefly managed to get out, her words slightly slurred as if drunk.

Stelle didn't even try to talk, such was her blissful lethargy. What little strength she had was devoted to holding onto Firefly's hand, their palms hot and fingers clutching against one another as pleasure jolted through their bodies – another little moan escaping Stelle as the masseur lifted her thighs a little and went for her clit, his tongue moving in ways that left her twitching and struggling to breathe, her mind becoming thick with euphoria.

''Nn, ahh, a-ahh...'' Senseless moans escaped her, her eyes finally screwing shut. ''Firefly...!''

Fingers entered her, pistoning and pumping, and Stelle went over the edge – a spasm rippling through her relaxed muscles and hitting with the force of a freight train, her body unable to properly tense up even as liquid euphoria shot through her veins. Yet that did little to quell her orgasm; if anything it only heightened it, her mind purged white as she arched her back, gasping with eyes wide open, riding out the ripples of bliss that set her nerves alight.

Nails between her knuckles preluded Firefly's own squeal, her companion cumming and cumming hard – lurching briefly before flopping back down onto the masseuse bed, her short gasping breaths leading into a high-pitched cry, her orgasm making her shake and convulse even as her puttied muscles refused to properly tense, giving her an orgasm unrivalled.

Stelle shivered as the masseuse between her legs withdrew; the absence of his tongue leaving her sex achy and needy, her insides tying themselves into knots as the aftershocks trembled through her limp form. Mercifully she wasn't left in such a state for long, the bed squeaking as her attendant climbed onto the bed, and when she looked down her front Stelle noticed he had done away with his shorts; exposing his bare cock. His sizeable, erect cock.

'Is he... gonna put it inside...?' Stelle dazedly wondered.

He was; a shiver shaking up her spine as his tip pressed against her opening, the bulbous, thick tip rubbing along her entrance enough to make her moan – and her voice spiked as he penetrated her. He was big, yet it didn't hurt evenly slightly; her relaxed muscles numbing any pain she might've felt as the masseuse pushed himself into her body. Laid on her back and partially out of it Stelle could feel every moment of it, her mind pushed to cloud nine as the nameless man's cock filled her up bit by bit, the tip soon kissing her deepest parts.

Before he pulled back, the tip nearly slipping out – and then he was driving himself back into her. She moaned unashamedly, lolling her head to the left and watching Firefly as her companion was penetrated as well; her expression pinching before her eyes snapped wide in wondrous pleasure, her moan sharper than her own and trailing off into a quivering whimper. Their hands didn't release one another's either, the previous slackness that had overtaken their fingers dissipating as they gripped onto one another tightly, the hand contact keeping them sane in the hurricane of pleasure.

''Mn- ah...!'' Stelle jerked her head back into the pillow as blissful aches echoed up her groin. ''Nnyah, haah...!''

Every thrust was acutely felt. His big length opened her up, filled her fully, touched her depths. He pressed himself into her, leaning over her as he rhythmically plunged into her with such skill she wondered if he was an automaton or something, such was his perfect rhythm, but he was probably just skilled. A thought that fled her mind as another wave of euphoria reached her mind, a moan tumbling past her limp lips as his girth scraped against her innermost parts.

Firefly was in the same boat, her voice cracking and collapsing into a breathless, deep groan as her own partner picked up the pace, his shaft pistoning between her petals without relent – her wetness such that the noise was easily audible. The sticky squelch, the squeak of the bed, the slap of flesh; all of it rung out freely and it fed into Firefly's pleasure, her eyes half-lidded but eyes unseeing as she wholeheartedly succumbed to the dreamlike pleasures assaulting her body, leaving her skin tingly and her loins hot.

''Nng- ah, yes...'' Stelle puffed out, a tight groan escaping her as her own partner hastened his thrusts – feeling him slot into her so strongly it sent reverberations echoing through her. ''More, I'm almost...''

Though she trailed off, losing the breath to speak, her partner seemed to understand – and complied. A fresh moan forced itself out of Stelle as he pounded himself into her, his cock plunging into her sopping core without slowing down; the rough, unrelenting fullness making her insides clench around him, squeezing and strangling his length even as he buried himself within her depths.

''Nn, ah...'' Had she the strength she would've locked her legs around his waist, her head feeling like it was burning up, her mind clogged with fuzz as ecstasy neared, her anticipation only fuelling it-!

And then she peaked. Whiteness filled her mind and she was peripherally aware she cried out, thighs tensing slightly and a potent ripple rushing up her tummy and chest, reaching her mind before echoing back down her form. Her orgasm was like a wave and she was the ocean, the crashing undulations across her limp form a euphoria she had never experienced prior, her body seizing up as best it could in the throes of heaven.

She was brought down from cloud nine by nails between her knuckles; Firefly's sweet, ecstatic cry tickling her ears. Blinking away the spots in her eyes she lolled her head and looked over at the pretty girl, fascinated almost as she watched Firefly convulse as she orgasmed, her expression tight yet her pleasure unquestionable, her partner staying sheathed balls-deep in her as she came hard on his cock.

Then a small eternity later the masseuse pulled out of her, his cock glistening with Firefly's juices. Stelle found herself staring at the man's shaft, as Firefly's nectar dribbled down his shaft so enticingly.

Then hands grabbed her hips, and a moan escaped her as she was turned onto her side, and then her front; her face in the pillow and her hips lifted up. She had just enough strength to keep herself propped up on her knees, enabling the masseuse to caress her hips and pull himself a little closer, his cock-head slapping against her tingling lips – and then he was inside of her, pushing in and soon hilting in her depths.

''Mn, oh god...'' Stelle moaned into the pillow, eyes fluttering.

Her fingers had slipped away from Firefly's in the motion but she couldn't muster the energy to reconnect their fingers; moans tumbling out of her as the masseuse pounded her from behind. He wasn't as slow this time; his tempo rough and fast, driving his dick into her depths and scraping all her sweet spots, making her see stars and turning her mind into slop. A slop churned like he did her pussy, his weight crashing into her from behind over and over again, stuffing her drooling depths without relent.

Firefly's higher-pitched cries were only partially muffled by her pillow, her yes half-lidded as she took it from behind, her partner stuffing himself into her and clapping her cheeks, jolting her forth before the masseuse yanked her back onto his cock. The relentless pounding left Firefly drooling a little, her limp fingers clutching onto the pillow as she was railed from behind after two back-to-back orgasms.

The two masseurs only got rougher with every passing moment, as if sensing their states and tuning their tempos to maximise their pleasure – cocks hilting in them ruthlessly and fucking the sense out of them, aided by the sweet incense in the air, lulling them into a state of constant euphoria. One that Stelle herself readily basked in, her chin wet with drool as she took the pounding, her cheeks tingling from the numerous impacts against them as the buff guy pounded her like mochi.

'It feels like... I'm gonna melt...' Stelle dimly thought, almost passing out as tingling bliss went straight to her head, depriving her of all rational thought.

Pre-cum teased her insides, sticky and wet, but Stelle didn't care – clutching onto whatever she could as anticipation welled within her, the pounding force in her depths leaving her nigh-catatonic with bliss. What little strength she had regained left her tensing up, her taut muscles only pleasing her masseur more as he went to town on her, Firefly's high-pitched cries rich in her ears and bringing Stelle to her limit-!

And then with a sudden spike, she came; face buried in the pillow as she let her voice out. Not a moment later she felt the masseur sheath himself deep inside of her, a torrent of molten-hot cum erupting inside of her, only heightening her orgasm as the warmth filled every crease and crevice of her insides. She couldn't breathe, couldn't move; as it was she could do nothing but stay there and be creampied.

Until the masseur finally pulled out and she moaned, falling limp atop the massage bed – dimly aware of Firefly doing the same mere moments later.

''That concludes your treatment.'' One of the masseurs said, though she couldn't turn her head enough to see which one said it. ''Feel free to depart when you feel ready to, esteemed guests.''

Stelle groaned something incoherent back, shifting onto her side just in time to catch a glimpse of the two men as they departed through the wall – a rip in space opening for them to venture through before it zipped up behind them, leaving her and Firefly alone. The thought of her companion lured Stelle's gaze over, watching as the busty girl panted and twitched, the aftershocks of her orgasm still shaking through her as she rolled onto her back.

Glancing down she noted that the gap between their beds wasn't far and, on a whim, reached out and grabbed ahold of her bed. With all of her strength she tugged and managed to drag their beds closer together, in turn allowing her to clamber on top of Firefly.

''Mn, Stelle...?'' Her compatriot breathed, flushed in the face. ''You- mmph...''

Stelle didn't think, letting instinct take hold. She claimed Firefly's lips in a deep kiss and pressed her body down against Firefly's own, feeling their chests squish together and their tummies graze, their legs loosely tangling together as they shifted. Though startled initially Firefly reciprocated mere moments later, her moan tickling Stelle's lips as she reciprocated, the slow mashing of lips intoxicating.

But it wasn't enough. Oiled up and terribly horny Stelle rocked her body, managing to get one leg on either side of Firefly's thigh and grind on it; moaning from the friction. Her kisses became hungrier and Firefly submissively complied, her arms wrapping around her and pulling her atop her more, barely a breath shared between them before their lips were mashing once more.

''Nn- ah, not there...'' Firefly whimpered as Stelle went for her neck – quick chaste kisses leading into more lustful smooches, then into hickeys, coaxing a squeak out of her partner.

Until as if by a force unknown Stelle's attention shifted south, towards Firefly's generous bust. She didn't think twice about groping them; filling her palms with her companion's bust and groping moans out of her. The oil covering her skin made it hard to actually get a solid grip; her tits slipping and sliding out of her fingers, not helped by her stilted coordination, her fingers still somewhat numb from the magical massage she'd just been given.

Not that it stopped her from burying her face between Firefly's boobs. The empyrean-eyed girl moaned cutely, only further enticing Stelle to nuzzle herself into her chest, the occasional kiss planted upon her oiled flesh when she wasn't nuzzling her, losing herself in the sensation. That was until her companion clutched at her hair and pulled her up; their lips mashing in an impassioned kiss, muffling their mutual, horny moans.

''Stelle...'' Firefly's legs locked around her waist, thighs pressing into her hips. ''I feel so hot...''

''Same...'' Stelle murmured back, quickly stealing another kiss.

The pair lost themselves in their senseless lust, not stopping to breathe let alone think for a moment; utterly submerged in their feverish state of mind. Stirred out of it only when a familiar voice cut through the air.

''Well well well, it seems like you ladies are getting on splendidly~''

Stelle groaned and lifted her head, dazed even as she laid eyes on Sampo – bereft of cloth much like them. His rather fit if lean figure was bared, from pectorals to abs to toned thighs... and naturally her eyes fell to his dick. His rather erect dick, the tip twitching slightly as she laid eyes upon it.

''Since I paid for this whole shebang, mind giving your old pal Sampo a little... special service, Stelle and friend~?''

Had she been in a coherent state of mind she might've given him the finger. In her current, profusely horny state though all she could do was groan out an agreement, not protesting as Sampo meandered in front of her – his cock poking her chin and hanging over Firefly's dazed visage, her cheeks growing redder than they already were. Not that it stopped Stelle from leaning in, her lips parting without question and accepting Sampo's cock between her lips.

It was thick; nearly as girthy as the two masseuses who had banged her and Firefly. Perhaps because of that she felt compelled to take more of it between her lips; a muffled groan escaping the Trailblazer as she worked her way down his cock, her lips parting to allow more if between her plump lips before she sucked back up to the head – only to jerk herself straight back down, tasting his cock on her tongue as she worked.

''Mm- ahh, that's the stuff. You too Miss uh... friend.''

Firefly made a feeble noise of embarrassment but didn't hesitate to comply, lifting her head and kissing the underside of his cock when she could. The moment his cock sprung out of Stelle's limp lips she leaned up and started licking at the underside of Sampo's shaft, her tongue motions sluggish and uncoordinated but pleasurable nonetheless – doubly so when Stelle came back in and sloppily licked the top of his cock, the two girls working their way back to his tip and all but slobbering over his cock together.

Sampo let him know how much he appreciated their efforts; his groans tight but satisfied and with a small smirk on his lips, one hand each dedicated to petting their heads. While Stelle just grunted Firefly mewled shyly, her lips gravitating closer to Stelle's until the grey-haired Trailblazer wordlessly let them connect, the pair sharing a deep kiss including some tongue, the little moan Firefly released arousing.

Breaking apart they panted, gazing at one another and nearly getting lost in the honeyed aroma before Sampo stuck his cock between their mouths, reminding them he was still there. It was enough to stir the girls back into action, a synchronised groan escaping the duo as they went back to kissing and licking his swollen shaft; Stelle working her way closer to the base whilst Firefly focused more on the tip, her tongue licking and lashing across it.

Combined with the treatment he no doubt got prior to visiting them and it left the jester panting; his smirk somewhat tight as he enjoyed the double blowjob. ''That's it girlies, just a bit, nn, more...''

Whether they even heard him or not was unclear, but as they started sucking on his shaft Sampo didn't complain; gripping their heads as he rocked his hips and thrust himself between their mouths. Neither Stelle nor Firefly complained, the duo simply providing their mouths for him as he panted, his cock pulsating and throbbing-!

When abruptly he pulled back, jerked himself off – and with a satisfied moan Sampo busted his nut all over their faces. Stelle got a plentifully load on her cheeks, her eyes squinting as ropes of sticky white hit her nose, her chin and got in her mouth, the sticky beads running down her face. Firefly got even more of his load, her eyes shutting just as the facial struck, layers of cum spurting across her heart-shaped face from her forehead to her chin, some even reaching further and hitting her collarbone.

Until soon the cum-shots slowed, and with a pleased sigh Sampo stumbled back a step. ''My, you two look even prettier when your covered like that. I'll give you both some privacy to clean each other up. Don't keep me waiting – I'll be outside!''

Twin groans answered him, and with a jolly smile Sampo strolled out of the room, his exit unseen.

Leaving Stelle and Firefly alone once more... with clean-up the last thing on their minds.

''Mm... squishy...''

''Ah, S-Stelle~''

The pair would later exit the 'salon' with burning red faces, and held hands.

An experience to remember, to say the least.

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