Chapter 74: New Resident*Warning: Concentrated lewdness in this Chapter (that’s what the asterisk in the title means)!

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    Grace trudged back to her quarters. Her head spun with the weight of Eternia’s revelations.

    Seven ancient pillars of existence, all corrupted by Eternia’s negative emotions. Azrael and her followers using Sin energy to fight demons. And somehow, Grace was supposed to fix everything.

    [Great. Just great. Save the world, Grace. No pressure.]

    She turned the corner toward her room and stopped short. Petriel was standing outside her door, fidgeting with the hem of her robe. When she spotted Grace, she jumped like she’d been caught doing something wrong.

    "Oh! Grace! I was just... waiting for you."

    Grace blinked.

    "Is everything okay?"

    "Y-Yes! Well, mostly." Petriel tucked a strand of green hair behind her ear. "After the debriefing, Celestia and the faction leaders had a meeting and... they assigned me to stay in the rookie wing. With you and the others."

    Grace raised an eyebrow.

    "Really? That’s... nice."

    On one hand, having another member of what was basically Grace’s wing of the Dominion was a little exciting. On the other, the timing of this move did feel... convenient, given what happened.

    Petriel’s cheeks flushed. Maybe she recognized that.

    "I know it seems suspicious. After your encounter with Azrael and everything that happened with the Root..."

    "Feels like they want to keep an eye on me," Grace finished.

    "I wouldn’t put it like that," Petriel said, but her eyes darted away.

    Grace sighed. She was too tired to be annoyed. Besides, it wasn’t Petriel’s fault. The healer had been nothing but helpful during their mission.

    "It’s fine. Come on in." She stepped past Petriel and pushed open her door. "Fair warning, though. My roommates can be a bit... much."

    As if on cue, a loud moan echoed from the living room. Grace froze in the doorway, Petriel bumping into her back.

    "Oh my goddess," Grace muttered.

    In the center of the living room, Diana stood behind Zephyr, who was bent over the back of the couch. Diana had conjured some kind of glowing, golden... thing (it looked like a penis but even acknowledging that made Grace blush) with her light magic and was thrusting into Zephyr with steady, powerful movements, while Alia watched on with a smirk at the end of the couch. Both women were completely naked, Diana’s muscular body glistening with sweat, Zephyr’s face contorted in pleasure.

    "Fuck, fuck... right there," Zephyr gasped, gripping the couch cushions.

    Diana grunted in response, her hands tight on Zephyr’s hips, pulling her back to meet each thrust.

    Neither of them had noticed Grace and Petriel in the doorway.

    Grace felt her face burning. She started to back up, planning to close the door and maybe come back in an hour, but she bumped into Petriel again.

    The movement caught Diana’s attention. She looked up, making direct eye contact with Grace without missing a beat in her rhythm.

    "Oh. Hey," Diana said casually, as if she wasn’t balls-deep in Zephyr right that second. "You’re back."

    Zephyr turned her head, her white hair sticking to her sweaty forehead.

    "Grace! And... Petriel?" Her eyes widened slightly, but she didn’t seem particularly embarrassed. "Give us like... five minutes?"

    "Or you could join," Diana suggested with a smirk.

    "We’ll wait outside," Grace said quickly, grabbing Petriel’s wrist and pulling her back into the hallway. She shut the door behind them, leaning against it with a groan. "Sorry about that."

    Petriel’s face was bright red, but she was smiling.

    "A-A-Are they always like this?"

    "Pretty much," Grace admitted. "Diana especially has no concept of privacy. And Zephyr and Alia are... well, you know."

    "Love Sisters... Yeah."

    They stood in awkward silence for a moment, listening to the muffled sounds coming from behind the door.

    "S-So," Petriel said finally, "while we wait... would you like to practice some more intimate healing techniques? After what happened with the Root, it might be good to make sure you’re fully recovered."

    Grace blinked in surprise. The shy healer who could barely make eye contact with her a few days ago was now casually suggesting...

    ... That they make out?

    [A kiss is just a kiss,] Grace reminded herself, recalling Venus’s words from her first days in the Dominion. [It doesn’t have to mean anything more than you want it to.]

    "Sure," Grace said, trying to sound casual. "That would be... helpful."

    Petriel’s eyes lit up.

    "Great! L-Let’s find somewhere more private than the hallway, though."

    They ended up in a small meditation garden not far from Grace’s quarters. It was enclosed by tall hedges, with a stone bench in the center surrounded by flowers. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the grass.

    "This should work," Petriel said, sitting on the bench and patting the spot next to her.

    Grace sat down, suddenly nervous. She’d kissed Petriel before, during their mission, and she’d kissed a lot of other people by now, but that was different. Kissing in the Love Sister class was for education, kissing Diana was for healing, kissing Mara was to take in that corruption.

    This felt more... intentional.

    [It’s still for education, right?]

    "So," Grace said, "how should we—"

    Petriel leaned forward and pressed her lips against Grace’s, cutting off her question.

    Grace’s eyes widened in surprise before slowly closing. Petriel’s lips were so soft that Grace’s mind just turned off for a moment. Her hands found Petriel’s hips.

    Petriel’s mouth was soft but demanding, her tongue slipping between Grace’s lips with surprising confidence.

    Grace moaned softly as Petriel’s hands found her waist, pulling her closer on the stone bench. The garden around them was quiet except for their quickening breaths. Golden healing energy pulsed between them where their bodies touched, but this felt different from their healing before. Less focused, more wild.

    Petriel guided Grace’s hand to one of her huge breasts. Even through the robe, Grace could feel Petriel’s nipple hardening against her palm. She squeezed experimentally, making Petriel gasp against her mouth.

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    "More," Petriel whispered, her golden eyes dark with desire.

    Somehow, seeing that emboldened Grace.

    Grace’s fingers worked at the fastenings of Petriel’s robe, her hands trembling slightly. The garment fell open, revealing Petriel completely naked underneath. Her skin was pale and flawless, her breasts hanging with pink nipples already hard in the cool air.

    "Fuck," Grace breathed, staring openly.

    Petriel smiled and reached for Grace’s robe, pushing it off her shoulders. She made quick work of Grace’s bra, unhooking it with one hand. As it fell away, Petriel’s eyes devoured Grace’s exposed breasts.

    "... Beautiful," she murmured, leaning down to take one of Grace’s nipples into her mouth.

    Grace’s back arched involuntarily, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. Petriel’s tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, sending jolts of pleasure straight to Grace’s core. The golden energy between them intensified, creating a warm glow that enveloped their bodies.

    Petriel’s hand slid down Grace’s stomach, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of her underwear. Grace spread her legs instinctively, her body aching for more. When Petriel’s fingers found her clit, Grace let out a choked moan.

    "You’re so wet," Petriel whispered against Grace’s breast, her fingers sliding easily through Grace’s folds.

    Grace couldn’t form words. She just nodded, her hips rising to meet Petriel’s touch. The healing energy surged with each stroke of Petriel’s fingers, building like a wave inside her.

    Petriel slipped two fingers inside Grace while her thumb continued circling her clit. Grace’s head fell back, her white hair cascading down her back as pleasure built rapidly. The garden around them seemed to respond to their energy—flowers blooming out of season, grass growing taller where their feet touched the ground.

    "I want to taste you," Petriel said, sliding off the bench onto her knees.

    Before Grace could respond, Petriel pulled her underwear down and buried her face between Grace’s thighs. Her tongue replaced her fingers, licking a long stroke from Grace’s entrance to her clit.

    "Oh my g-" Grace gasped, her hands tangling in Petriel’s green hair.

    Petriel hummed against her, the vibration adding to the sensation. Her tongue moved with practiced skill, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on Grace’s clit. Two fingers pushed back inside, curling to hit a spot that made Grace see stars.

    The golden glow around them brightened, pulsing with each flick of Petriel’s tongue. Grace’s thighs began to tremble as pressure built inside her. Her breathing came in short gasps, her grip tightening in Petriel’s hair.

    "I’m close," Grace warned, her voice breaking.

    Petriel redoubled her efforts, sucking Grace’s clit while her fingers pumped faster. The healing energy peaked, turning from gold to blinding white as Grace’s orgasm crashed through her. Her back arched off the bench, a cry tearing from her throat as waves of pleasure washed over her.

    The energy burst outward in a pulse that made the entire garden bloom instantly—flowers erupting from every surface, vines growing up the hedges, the grass beneath them suddenly lush and thick.

    Grace collapsed back onto the bench, her body still twitching with aftershocks. Petriel looked up from between her legs, her lips glistening with Grace’s wetness, a satisfied smile on her face.

    Skill Upgraded!

    「Intimate Healing Lvl 2 - Lvl 3」

    「Intimate Healing (Level 3)」

    Healing amplified through physical intimacy

    "Now that," she said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and giving that usual shy smile, "is intimate healing."