Rennia stared at the bloody wound at her center. Its sharp tendril had pierced her, but not too deep. Lyanna, exhausted, ran over and pressed her hands on it.

  “I’m not a healer, but…hold still.”

  “Wounds close, pain fade, life grow. Heal!” she chanted. Glowing green light escaped her fingers. Rennia felt the wound close. Nothing hurt on the inside—she should be fine.

  “You did good, Lya. Thank you.”

  “Idiot,” Lyanna muttered under her breath, her voice softer than it should’ve been. “That hit was meant for me. Why would you intervene?”

  Rennia was taken aback.

  “You overchanted and put your life at risk to make sure I was safe. I had to do the same. By the way, Ms. Level 6 Mage, that was beyond dangerous, what you did.”

  “It’s level 7 now,” Lyanna said without a smile.

  Rennia’s face lit up. A level up could be a once-in-a-lifetime thing, or if you were important enough to be blessed, a weekly thing. Though everyone’s path was different.

  “You leveled up.” Rennia held out her hands to high-five her friend. “Way to go!”

  Lyanna met it but kept her scowl.

  “Look, I suggest we take a look at your wound a little closer. You need to remove your shirt. You don’t want me to miss a spot; it’s hard to heal with all these clothes.”

  “For healing, right?”

  “For healing purposes.”

  Rennia shook her head. Lyanna just wanted to see her titties. She wouldn’t give in so easily.

  “Wait, let’s gather up the apples first, then make a little camp. We have a few hours left.”Lya sighed but nodded.

  The pair got to work, making sure their surroundings were safe. Rennia started throwing rocks and pebbles at every tree in the surrounding area. There was no response. Next up came the picking and plucking. So far, they had been able to stuff about 15 in their backpacks.

  The apples up close were absurdly rge, at least as rge as a big mango, maybe a melon. Calling them apples felt like a disgrace. They were way more beautiful. The rest of the fruits should be carried in baskets. Rennia was sure she could construct some, if given enough time. She didn’t know a damn thing about crafting, but her skill made sure she knew how to construct weird things on demand.

  They went deeper into the orchard, and the closer they got to the center, the more the trees pulsed and whispered. Rennia made sure not to listen to any of it, as it sounded like haunted wind. Lyanna, however, seemed to listen intently. Possibly the veins of magic were communicating with her. The spirits and all that.

  They stopped their little march. In the center of the orchard hung two bck apples, and they seemed to be absorbing the light of the surroundings instead of glowing.

  Rennia stared at them. Her mind raced. The apples were familiar, but she couldn’t recall why.“Eve’s apples!” Lyanna shouted. She grabbed her girlfriend’s arms and started dancing. “Ren, we hit the jackpot.”

  Rennia stood confused. “Eve’s apples?” They were said to level a person’s abilities beyond comprehension.

  Lyanna tightened her grip. “Do you know what these mean?”

  “That we’ll auction them off and sell them?”

  “No, you cute fool. It could propel our skills to levels we’d take months or even years to grasp. Do you know what they sell for?”

  Rennia scratched her head. “A hundred?”

  “Ten grand in the city of Illos, and not just anyone can buy them.”

  Rennia knew where she was going with this. “You’re saying let’s eat the darn things? I don’t know, looks kinda gnarly?”

  Lya nodded slowly, with a smug smirk. “The rewards outweigh the benefits, my love.”

  Rennia, reluctant, but the allure of being pushed a little further, was an amazing prospect. If she could get rid of this goddamn css, it would do wonders for her.

  Hayseed Jack. More like Jackass css. She had no proficient abilities except being an annoying survivalist. She wondered whether the system had trolled with it. At any rate, she turned her attention to the fruit.

  The pair walked over to the tree, reaching for the pluckible fruit. Rennia stared at the fruit, and the fruit stared back at her, unease building in her body.

  Rennia plucked both off and handed the other to Lya. She stared at her in anticipation, waiting for her to take the first bite, making eye contact and staring awkwardly. “So I just bite into it?”

  “Pretty much, skin and all. The more you eat, the more you're supposed to get out of it.” Rennia blinked, and Lyanna already had a hole bitten away.

  With a final resigned grunt, Rennia bit into the apple. Her teeth instantly recoiled back as she stared in surprise. It was sweet, prickly, and sickly sweet. It could put a sugar bomb to shame with its sweetness.

  “So sweet!”

  “Better than chocote pudding.”

  “No.” Rennia did not agree to that statement.

  The Hayseed Jack brute-forced her way through it. It wasn’t half bad; she avoided the center of the thick apple and threw down on the ground what remained. Strangely, it had been much smaller than the golden ones.

  “It’s good, kinda too good to be true,” Rennia compined.

  “Why are you so cynical?”

  “I don’t know. Why are you so horny?”

  Lyanna choked, saying nothing further, but then gave her friend her typical set of alluring eyes. Rennia bit her lip. Lyanna was getting her in that mood again. Now that there was no pressing matter and no oppressing foe, they had time to be alone again.

  But for how long? Could Rennia keep up this illusion? It was unhealthy. A retionship almost halfway rooted in sexual desires. When her heart had lead towards another. It wasn’t about sexual attraction. But what she wanted.

  They sat down after eating the fruit. No change had happened over the course of 15 minutes, but they sat waiting, using the time doubly as a rest moment. Rennia had taken what was left of the corrupted treant’s wood and set it afme with a makeshift campfire she made. Though there were no silky cushions and cozy couches, there was the dancing and dangling fme.

  Lyanna scooted over to her. Rennia sat cross-legged as she approached. The blonde prodded her shirt. “Hey, let me see that wound now.”

  “As soon as I magically level up.”

  “C'mon, don’t be stingy. I promise, I want to see more than your breasts.”

  Rennia didn’t believe her but obliged. She lifted her cheap armor, taking care not to hit her head with the metal pting. She took off her shirt, and then the breast padding she kept underneath.

  Stripped bare of her undergarments, the wounds festered on her abdomen. Lyanna made her move, gripping her waist. She started healing her, chanting silently, as the remains of the wound closed, and Rennia felt the wound disappear. Lyanna pulled her hands away.

  “Even with that apple, my mana feels weak. I need to rex for a while.”

  A bare-chested Rennia gripped her hands. “You did too much, you need to rex.”

  Rennia colpsed backward onto the grass. She pulled Lyanna closer, their bodies warm together, and their hearts racing. She moved her hands to her breasts, making Lyanna squeeze.

  “I keep my promises, and our moments together will be brief, but…I can be yours for the night.”

  Lyanna swallowed, then crept closer, her mage robe slowly being tucked off. Lyanna’s hands settled on Rennia’s chest, she felt her heartbeat. Moved her hands over towards her neck, gripping it and letting go. Moving her hands towards her crotch, teasing her lightly.

  “You’re still trembling. Do you even want this?”

  “I can ask you the same.”

  Lyanna moved in, their faces pressed together. Her tongue lulled inside of Rennia’s mouth, working against hers, soft and teasing. As they kissed under the moonlight, her fingers traced all over. The blonde moved lower, her face abandoning Rennia’s lips. Then she started tasting her body from the neck down.

  She held a submissive hunger inside of her that she could never sate. No matter how many times, Rennia gave in to her toxic, whimsical desires. Lyanna always wanted more to eat her and consume her.

  Lyanna’s hands cupped Rennia’s breasts, squeezing and tracing the darkened circles around her nipples, pinching them lightly. Her mouth enveloped her breasts, and Lyanna started suckling on her, peering upwards. Rennia took the back of her head, keeping her close and warm. She nibbled a little, only slightly. Rennia moaned. The sudden pain, shook her.

  Lyanna pulled back.

  “Let me make you feel good.”

  Rennia shivered. She knew what was coming. She bared it, listening to the crackling fire next to her, basking in wet warmth. The kisses trailed down her body, settling to the side of her abs. Rennia let out a soft but stifled ugh, and Lyanna kept grazing the spot, pruning her skin.

  Lyanna giggled. “Sensitive here?”

  Then she went a little lower, and Rennia’s pants started loosening on their own. Lyanna’s face found her pussy, and her hands went to work, rubbing her in small rhythms then parting her lower lips. She started flicking her tongue to gauge a reaction.

  Rennia moaned.

  Lyanna took it as a sign, and her tongue went in deeper, sliding against her crotch.

  She started pping at her vagina slowly, making Rennia arch, sliding her finger in her mouth, biting. Lyanna kept her pace slow but deliberate, savoring every part of her. She lifted Rennia’s legs slightly, going even deeper, making her cry out her name.

  “Lya~”

  “Ah!”

  She savored it, it was blissful, heaven even until—

  A sharp twinge shot through her body, starting from her spine, and rolling all the way to her genital area. Rennia gasped loudly, her body shuddering, and it didn’t come from Lyanna’s tongue.

  Pain blossomed in her core, and she cried out.

  “AAAHHH!!!”

  A strange heat filled her body, unnatural, all things considered, building in her belly, like she was giving birth to something. Tears filled her eyes. Then panic gripped her. She pushed Lyanna away.

  “Stop! Stop—something’s wrong!”

  Lyanna pulled back, her lips wet, her eyes confused and waning like a sad creature.

  “What? You usually like this.”

  Rennia clutched her stomach, breath ragged.

  “I don’t know. It—it hurts.”

  “Is it that time of the month?”

  “…No. That was in awhile. I—”

  The apple, it had to be. The apple. It cursed her.

  The pain intensified, and Rennia doubled over, curling in on herself.

  “Ren?”

  “Ren?”

  “Ren!”

  Rennia could only howl in pain, the fire spread, something was forming inside of her.She gripped Lyanna’s fingers and held them tight. She whispered, “Don’t leave. Stay with me. Please.”

  Lyanna looked horrified, but promised her, “I won’t.”

  LewdWhisperer