Soulstagger's Less Appropriate Place

Those thoughts are cast out, they could never win out, especially not when her prey is so willingly offering her what she really wants. She gave permission, and by the sound of it, isn't she fine with her being a bit rough?

Of course, that's not what Coral was reconsidering, but that's not how the goddess interprets it. Instead she dives in, lips around the first pink nub, and starts earnestly suckling, as if she'd been starving beforehand. Sucking, licking, gasping for breath. Then, suddenly, she pulls back, lunges, and pulls Coral into a kiss, sharing a full mouthful of milk.

It's a sort of... maternal instinct, seeing a starving pup before her, right? Is that what this is?

That's what this is, right? Just instinct? Or is she being meddled with. Wasn't Coral trying to say something? That someone came by and...

She wasn't thinking about someone else, was she? Not while she was in front of her?

She pulls back from that kiss, diving in on the other breast, one of her hands now sliding down along Coral's stomach, lower and lower...

"Y-yar..?" That pause, the moment their eyes lock as she's still not sure. Would Coral ever reject Yarlania? Most likely not, but perhaps the judge was just concerned with how unlike her usual self she was acting.

She didn't want her friend to regret anything, but before she can wiggle her arms free. Yarlania dives in, her lips purse and suckle against those enlarged breasts, tugging as milk leaks in copious amounts.

Coral curls, the sensation is already too much. She's sensitive from whatever has been done to her, and now Yarlania's desperation is making the poor girl burn red. Aroused and lewd moans from Coral, these sultry sounds that she's never made.

Parts of Coral's bountiful personality that once again Yarlania gets all to herself, only muffled by the milk filled kiss that dominates her senses.

It drags her already confused body deeper and deeper, drool connects them for a second as Coral gasps. With a hand free she tries to tap Yarlania's shoulder, something.. but all that ends up happening once she returns to her other breast. Coral's hand simply rests on the other's head, stroking that cute ear of hers.

No matter how much Yarlania drinks there's always more, and like everything it all distinctly tastes like Coral. Like her sweet self, "Y-yar.. w-wait h-here? S-someone...might come.. in Waaahh...ahhh here?"

Again words that speak of someone, but was it the same someone? A moment of thought might reveal the truth, the problem being simply... doing this act in the office. Rather than rejecting Yarlania at all, nervous as she was. Coral would never turn her away, never. This Panther was the only one on her mind, but would she realize it or did she need to do more to see it?

"Are you...devouring me?" Coral asks, still so awkwardly pinned. Milk unending, even the little gasps from Yarlania on her breasts stir so much arousal.

"..." The atmosphere certainly wasn't lost on Yoshika. Both the building itself and the woman running it. With the way she walked in and the air that followed, it almost seemed refreshing, compared to the outdoors radiating blistering heat and raging anxiety.

But finding herself nearly tantalized by it all, Yoshika had to choke back some of that intrigue in order to properly address the owner. She only came to learn about the place since she still couldn't leave. But a hunter and baths was like a fisherman and, well...fish. So it made sense to try it.

"Right. I was told this place came highly recommended for my type, so I was hoping for a good soak for a while. Are there any specific amenities you offer?"

She circled to the front desk, behind it just enough technology to handle payments and track which rooms were filled. But nothing for entering names, nothing like a modern chain that would note down every last detail of it's guests.

"You do not know? Then you mustn't have a reservation, so I'm afraid your standard private baths are not available to you. You'll have to settle with the open public baths, fret not they come with hot spring access as well." She bends down behind the counter, fetching a basket with towels inside.

She plucks some small rubber bottles from the counter, opening and adding shampoo, soap, and conditioner in each to set in the basket.

"There are towels, enough for drying and covering up. Please return the basket to the area inside when you're done. There's hardly a soul here today, so good news for the shy people. No outside clothing are permitted beyond the changing area please."