Laladie clamped her hands over her pounding heart as she stood in front of the most important door in the whole world. It was a special place, a frontier that she would lay down her very life to defend. Beyond the door was Master’s room.
He didn’t have a separate study to conduct his official business as guildmaster in. That room housed both his desk and his bed. It was the latter that brought her there that night.
She knocked on the wooden door with trembling hands, and she heard that sweet, reassuring voice from within in a reply. Just hearing Master’s voice filled her with joy.
“I-It’s Lala. Can she come in?”
It took all her willpower to prevent her voice from squeaking.
To her relief, Master told her to enter. She knew he couldn’t turn down a request from her, but her nerves were taut nonetheless. The Crest on her cheek shone bright red with pleasure as she eased the door open.
“Master…?”
He smiled warmly at her from his desk. He’d evidently been poring over his papers even at that late hour, sparing no expense for her and the others. Smiling back at him with relief, she closed the door behind her, taking the time to put a tiny plant there. The roots rapidly spread deep within the lock, jamming it so thoroughly that it may never open again.
She was a little worried that those sows who called themselves her rivals might try to interfere—but more than that, there was something magical about being locked in alone with him. It was a little fetishy, granted, but she was confident he wouldn’t mind. The other members of Yerkchira had been wary of her since their return, and though she knew locking him up in her own little world was impossible now, she got off with her little pleasures whenever she could.
Besides, Lala now knows he’s too strong to lock up normally.
From what she’d seen, he deserved every bit of respect and deference he received. She had thought—somewhat blasphemously—that his time cooped up in the guild with his paperwork had made him rusty. A part of her even assumed he was weaker than her, since she routinely sharpened her skills hunting dangerous monsters and in “friendly” clashes with her guildmates. She was laughably wrong. He was so strong that she wouldn’t have to worry about him again. Even the ogre that that treacherous whore Corine was controlling proved fodder to him. If she tried to keep him anywhere against his will, she wouldn’t be able to stop him without hurting him—not that she’d ever act against his wishes in the first place.
Laladie was snapped out of her thoughts by Master’s voice, this time asking what brought her there.
“O-Oh, um… Lala can’t sleep. Can… Can Lala sleep with you tonight?”
She hugged her pillow tight to her chest, tilting her head coquettishly to the side with big puppy eyes. He had finished the day’s paperwork already and was likely a day or two ahead of his schedule. The “ornamental” vase of flowers on his desk had kept her very well-informed.
“Please?” She pouted her lips sweetly. “Pretty please, Master?”
She was genuinely concerned about his workaholic tendencies. It was at least ten percent of her reason for being there. The remaining ninety percent was, admittedly, because she wanted to sleep with him, and as per the Yerkchira ladies’ unwritten code, she steered true to her desires.
He was conflicted but bent to her will in the end with a polite smile.
“Yay! Thank you, Master!”
Of course, he couldn’t refuse her. On unsteady, wobbling legs—despite having gotten much more adept at walking than she often let on—she plodded over to him. After all, if he knew how good she was at walking now, he’d have that much less cause to dote on her.
“Ah?!”
She let out a sweet yelp as he scooped her up—just as planned—and deposited her on the bed to save her the trip. It reminded her of the fight with the ogre and how he cradled her so carefully in his arms. He’d never been quite as handsome as in that moment.
“Hnngh…”
The thought of it caused her mark to glow bright red, and she lost herself in the plush comfort of the bed and Master’s intoxicating aroma.
“Lala’s so tired!” she said, feigning a yawn.
She rolled over so her face was on his pillow and inhaled with all her might. She was careful to make it seem like a coincidence, of course, for fear he might think she was some kind of pervert.
“Hurry up, Master!” she pleaded. “Come to bed!”
His pillow didn’t smell half as good as he did, after all, and she patted the mattress beside her as soon as she had her fill. Master gave her a slight smile as he obediently sat down beside her.
“Ehehe!”
Laladie eagerly grabbed onto him in as big a hug as she could muster, wrapping her slender arms and legs around him and pressing her petite body into him.
“You’re so warm!” She giggled.
She couldn’t let him go now if she wanted to, and not just in a physical sense. His smile brought her true joy, and even touching him like that through their clothes was indescribably arousing. She could feel another wave of lust assault her, and she began to dream again of locking him up in a special little world of her own design.
“You were super handsome today! You saved poor little Lala from that big, mean ogre!”
She tightened her grip as she innocently writhed against him. For the longest time, she had focused on protecting him, cultivating him as she might a flower. He proved her wrong, however—it was much more attractive to have him fight for her.
“You were so manly, that Lala… Lala can’t…”
Lala can’t wait any longer!
Laladie looked up at him, letting her bedroom eyes do the rest of the talking. She’d been practicing that look for ages, and she was confident that her melty, plaintive look yielded sex appeal far beyond what her juvenile appearance might suggest. She had to struggle not to drool, and her heart was beating so hard it hurt. Most maddening of all, however, was the heat she felt far lower, gushing out from deep inside her, and she clung to his clothes more tightly than ever now.
Lala knows Master has superhuman levels of restraint, but he’s still a man! All men love cuddly, horny girls! All she has to do is bait her little trap, and he’ll swallow her hook, line, and sinker!
She stifled a lewd giggle as she imagined what would happen next.
If it came down to it, she knew a few flowers whose pollen was a powerful aphrodisiac. One sniff of that, and he’d be on her like a wild animal. Either way, they needed to be quick about it, or her guildmates would notice something was amiss and come to investigate. She wanted her first time to be a lengthy, concentrated affair, but she would settle for being caught in the act.
“Hup!”
She threw one of her legs over him with startling grace and ease, such that she was mounting him head-on. Her curvaceous behind was planted squarely on his lap, and she stopped to shift a little and make sure it was positioned just right. Her legs were splayed wide, and he might be able to see her underwear in her pose, but she was counting on that to help turn him on.
“Master…?”
She cooed weakly to him, her hands running smoothly up and down his torso as she looked down at him with a pleading smile. Locks of soft green hair fell loosely around her shoulders, which she was sure added to her raw sex appeal. His stomach was surprisingly firm, with telltale signs of muscle, and she teased his chest with her fingertips. It was a classic alraune seduction, an age-old tradition of her people. They needed to attract men to them, after all, so that they could bear fruit. Surely not even Master could resist her siren-call.
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“Wah?!”
To her surprise, however, his smile seemed more forced than ever as he hugged her close to his chest. In an instant, all the sexual tension she’d so carefully cultivated was gone.
“M-Master?! That’s not what Lala meant! She’s happy of course, but…!”
She began flailing about, but she didn’t want to break free of his grasp. Being embraced by him at all, especially since it gave her another lungful of his smell, was too special to give up.
“Huh…?”
He patted her reassuringly on the back of her head. The softness of the gesture gave her a newfound lust for his body, but more than that, she felt at ease. Her ear was pressed flush against his chest, and she could hear every calming beat of his heart. The rhythm had an almost hypnotic quality to it, and she could feel the tension leave her body.
N-No… This is too relaxing. Lala’s going to…
Her eyelids began to droop. The past few days had been extremely busy, and despite being in top physical shape, she must have been more mentally fatigued than she thought. His embrace was the last straw, and she could feel herself slipping into dreamland.
Aww… This was Lala’s big chance…
She was only half-conscious now, and her mind was full of regret. She had fought well to keep Master all to herself over the past few days, but she knew it wouldn’t last. There was no telling when they’d be alone together next, and she wanted to strike while the iron was hot.
“L-Lala’s not… giving up…”
With those lonely last words, she fell asleep, leaving Master to stroke her hair with a soft smile. He wouldn’t dare admit to anyone, much less to Lala herself, that he might have ushered her along with a little sleep magic.