It was late in the evening when IF began to stroll through the quiet halls of the Basilicom, a small bag in each hand. One was filled with a small assortment of snacks and drinks, sporting the wrinkled brown of a common grocery store that visibly strained just from the moderately heavy soda. The other seemed to be of a sterner plastic, thicker and more capable to carry its contents, a big, black and red logo of the store brand she'd got it from emblazoned on either side. She'd been doing a laundry list of jobs in Leanbox as of late, and this was only one among dozens she'd likely be spending her week doing. Although, when she started a few days prior, she hadn't quite expected to be taking this kind of personal request. It was a simple, mundane task, going out and picking up a freshly released game and some snacks along the way, as well as other, smaller components that came together for the average game night in Leanbox. Normally, the brunette would've never even considered accepting it, since there were countless other, more pressing quests and the like the Guild had prepared for her. But, of course, it came from the one person she could not deny; Vert.

Her thoughts wandered off as she quietly walked down the elegant halls, remembering when Vert suddenly called for her earlier that day. It was a simple request, and perhaps even one the goddess hadn't even intended for her to take seriously. She only offhandedly asked if the assassin would pick up the items she now carried with her, noting that she would be "too busy" to retrieve them herself that day. IF hadn't even thought to question if "busy" meant the blonde was actually doing work, or if she simply opted to stay in her room to play MMOs the entire day, as it had only been one part of the lengthy conversation they had. A small, faint smile curled on her lips as she glanced downward, rewinding her memory to go over everything they'd talked about again, simply to hear her voice again. Even though she'd see her in just a moment, a part of her was simply too impatient to wait for the melodic voice of Leanbox's goddess. Then her mind trailed off even further, as her musings lead her to play out the next few minutes in her head. A soft, almost inaudible knock on the fine, furnished door, as the maker fidgeted in place, unable to meet her friend's gaze when she opened the door. Without realizing it, she caught herself staring directly at the goddess' exposed cleavage, blinking in disbelief at the woman's endowments before trying to rectify her own mistake. In a panic, her body stiffened straight, her head snapping up to meet Vert's gaze, only to be met with a warm, comforting smile. There's another pause, as the girl gets lost again, unable to understand when the goddess greeted her because she was so focused on the beautiful visage. After standing so long in the perceived radiance, IF's own body began to relax, and her serious expression give way to a wide, almost silly smile. She felt like she was melting, her legs growing weak, and when she tried to enter the room, she only fell forward. Vert moved quickly to catch her, and the brunette practically felt a sense of bliss as she closed her eyes, waiting for the soft, squishy embrace of her brea–

SMACK. IF let out a shout as she staggered backward, suddenly disoriented as she was wrenched back to reality by a sudden impact. She rubbed her face with her arm, feeling a sting as she rose her gaze to see what hit her… But, as it turns out, she was just standing in front of Vert's door, the sounds of something falling and someone on the other side scrambling towards it coming from behind. The maker's cheeks became flushed with embarrassment when it finally occurred to her what had happened; She just walked head-first into Vert's door. She felt the urge to chastise herself, or run off and save herself further embarrassment, but he door flung open before she could make a move, aside from making a bitter expression towards herself.

Alarmed by the sudden loud noise and the shout, the goddess hardly had any time to collect herself or straighten her clothing before rushing to the door. She hung in the doorway, hair messily going in different directions, and only a portion of her dress actually on her body, while the rest was more casual, loose clothing. Yup, this was definitely the real Vert. Though, it did occur to the brunette that the disheveled look was likely because of the rush, giving the goddess no time to fix her hair and put on the proper attire. "I-IF?" The blonde started. "Are you alright?"

"Y-Yeah, I'll be fine. I just hit my head is all." The brunette responded with a slight stutter. Immediately the first thought that crossed her mind was, Goddesses, I feel like such an idiot right now. "Thanks for asking though, Lady Ve- Vert." As she always did when she was embarrassed, IF referred to the goddess as "Lady Vert". She'd recently had gotten used to calling the green CPU by name alone, as per Vert's request. However, whenever she got embarrassed, she would make the mistake of adding the "lady" prefix, which usually ended with her correcting herself and becoming even more flustered. But, after letting out a deep sigh and taking in a deep breath, IF regained her composure and humbly entered the CPU's room. Seeing a mirror hanging near the doorway, the maker took the opportunity to look over herself in the mirror. Her hair was fine, ribbon was all tied, everything was good.

...Except for a small, almost unnoticeable bruise on her forehead. It was a small thing, hardly even a wound, but it was undoubtedly caused by her collision with the slab of furnished hickory. Well, whatever. It'd probably heal. "Sorry for worrying you, Vert. I'll be on my way now." The small girl stated as she turned and began to walk towards the door, ready to start on some other quests.

However, before she could get very far, she suddenly felt a tug on her arm, and as she turned to look behind her, Vert suddenly pulled her in close. "Hold on Iffy," the goddess gently commanded, leaning in dangerously close for the assassin's own health. The blonde's free hand came up to lift IF's bangs, making sure that she could get a good, clear look at the smaller girl's forehead. Though, of course, all the brunette saw was her favorite goddess so close that she could feel her breath on her face, warm and gentle as her brow was furrowed with worry. "You're not going anywhere, Iffy," The goddess suddenly stated, quite flatly. It was more authoritative than the last, but to any observers, it would've still seemed amusingly gentle. Regardless, however, to IF an order from Vert was one she almost instinctively followed, as she began to slowly lead the brunette over to the bed.

"I can't have you leaving after you've hurt yourself like that. Just sit down and I'll take care of everything." The Leanbox goddess set her friend down on her mattress, the door mostly closing on its own, while the maker seemed to sit obediently in place for a few minutes. It wasn't until Vert disappeared into her closet, hurriedly searching for something while tossing out other articles of clothing, that she finally came back to the present. She opened her mouth to speak, but only got as far as rolling the "L" of Lady Vert off her tongue, before something caught her eye. Flying across the room towards the growing pile of clothes, was a smooth, emerald bra, with almost silk-like smoothness, and black, lace trimmings, the fabric nearly see-through. Her blush from before flared to life, and only intensified to a scorching heat when she recognized it, along with the following article as something she was intimately familiar with. Almost immediately, the lower half of the lingerie flew by; a matching set of panties and stockings, connected by a garter belt, which caused a surge of images to flash through her mind.

Memories of seeing the busty goddess draped in the risque lingerie ran through her mind over a dozen times, like her life was flashing before her eyes. She remembered being there when Vert first bought it (As well as a similar set for IF herself), and the almost violent nosebleed that promptly followed. Then came the image of Vert, crawling on the bed and over the smaller brunette, her memories growing hazy as her mind raced. She saw the bountiful, overflowing flesh decorating the goddess' chest nearly spilling out of the fabric, and the dark outline of the the buttons each half covered. Then there was Vert smothering her in those squishy mounds, before looking down softly at her when she was finally released. Then things started to come off, as she watched the blonde slowly remove each article, before pulling IF even closer. A light peck turned into a passionate kiss, her head spun and she looked over to her right. Their fingers were interlocked, woven together as they held hands, causing the IF in the present to begin feeling hot and dizzy. The blush on her cheeks almost needed an entirely new color scale to be accurately measured, and the heat was almost steaming from her ears. Her eyes spun, and she began to wobble in place. It was all just… so… lewd…

*Thud*

Just like that, IF suddenly passed out from her own imagination, letting lewd memories get to her head to such a degree that she simply couldn't process it anymore. Quite frankly, it was more harmful to her health than the bruise actually was, as a thin trail of blood now trickled down from the girl's nose.

–Some time later...-

Urgh… what happened? Curiosity wracked through IF's groggy thoughts as she slowly started to come out of her unconscious state. She couldn't tell why, but for some reason, she was just abnormally tired. Disregarding that, she felt it would be best to just force herself to wake up, as something was pressing against her whole body… Something… warm? The mercenary furrowed her brow for a second, before slowly raising her eyelids as much as she could. What the heck was pushing into her?

With her eyes now open, it took less than a second for the maker to realize what it was. Vert, dressed in a tight, form-fitting, and revealing nurse uniform was lying down on top of her. To be more specific, she was messaging IF's small chest with her own sizeable mounds, as well as performing "CPR" on the downed girl; that is, sloppily making out with her. IF's eyes shot wide open and blood funneled into her cheeks to turn them bright red as she realized what was going on. Vert's intention of healing the fainted girl might have soon proved to have the adverse effect, nearly almost knocking the small mercenary out once again. Overwhelmed by embarrassment nearly in an instant, IF started to squirm against the CPU's snug, embracing grasp.

Vert's own eyes had been shut for some time, having lost herself in the moment when she pressed her lips onto IF's. She did start with honest intentions, putting a large, almost comical bandaid on on the bruise, and wiping the blood off of her. But when she drew in close, and the mercenary went from overheated to pleasantly dreaming, the goddess simply couldn't help herself. She just held the girl tightly and let her body act on its own, before she felt her stir once again. The blonde slowly opened her eyes, seeing IF's blushing face beneath her, and she came down from her fervor with her lips curling beautifly. Her tongue slowed down, before she finally broke the lip lock to pull away. She still lied atop her, but her hold loosened greatly, allowing the embarrassed girl to move a bit more freely. "Someone should tell the doctor," she began, teasing lightly. "The patient's finally awake~"

"B-But, aren't you the doctor?" IF asked, questioning the CPU's medical license as she sat up slightly. Feeling a bit breathless after both her panic and Vert's kiss had taken away her breath, the mercenary took a few deep breaths to try and calm herself despite the goddess' proximity. Now starting to regain her composure, IF's blush started to die down and she made a request to her lover. "Vert… could you give me a little bit of… space? Don't get me wrong, it's just…" The girl's eyes started to absentmindedly gaze at the cleavage for a moment before looking back up with a slight blush now on her cheeks.

The goddess let out another giggle, as she moved one of her hands beneath her voluptuous breasts, simply to tease her companion a bit by making them lightly bounce. "What is it Iffy? Do you want a better view?" She teased, clearly having caught the girl's gaze. She knew what she meant, though, and slowly began to move off the smaller girl, bringing her hand up to ruffle the brunette's hair just a bit before she did so. "I'm just happy you're finally up. Are you feeling better? Or do I need to 'treat' you somewhere else~?" The goddess giggled lightly, wrapping her arm around IF.

The small girl blushed violently once again. "No! Nononono! I-I'm fine, don't worry!" IF rushed her words in a panicky voice. She wouldn't be against that, per se, but she doubted she'd survive another encounter. With that said and done, the mercenary sat up on the couch and looked around for a clock. Damn, 9:35PM already? The girl chastised herself for being out for so long, only to then notice two massive bloodstains: One on her coat, and one on Vert's nurse outfit. "Vert, do you have any spare clothes I could change into, given that my shirt is, well…"

"Of course." The goddess started to move to get off the bed, stretching her back as she stood up. Her outfit practically ascended several inches, for once unintentionally giving IF a clear view of the simple, green-black panties she wore beneath it. Once her body relaxed though, the cloth disappeared beneath the pink skirt, and the blonde turned around to hold her hand out to IF. "With how flustered you get, I've made sure to invest in some spare clothes for you. I even have a new outfit I've been meaning for you to try~" Vert smiled softly at her lover, the gentleness of it almost letting the girl forget the lewd exchange they'd just had.

IF wasn't sure if she should have been happy that the goddess had spare clothing for her, or embarrassed even more that Vert had prepared spare clothing for her. Nevertheless, she was glad for an opportunity to change out of her bloody clothing and into this new outfit that the blonde had mentioned.

–Some time later...-

Huh… This outfit is… actually pretty cool! IF had originally been worried that the new outfit Vert had for her would have been little more than a few strips of cloth, or some form of sexy lingerie. Fortunately though, she took a liking to her new attire, as proven by how much she was ogling herself in the mirror. It was a rather unique outfit, yet still seemed to match her taste perfectly: it had black shorts and an undershirt, a blue coat, and grey detached sleeves, with the whole outfit accented with silver. If she kept looking over herself for much longer, she'd probably soon join the ranks of Narcissus. Fortunately, Leanbox's goddess was there to stop that from happening.

The maker wasn't the only one who'd changed into a new a new set of clothing, however. While IF got changed into her new, stylish outfit, Vert stripped herself of the form-fitting nurse outfit, and changed into an outfit with a militaristic color scheme. Really, it was just one of her dresses without a skirt, but it didn't seem to matter too much. It was still a tight, sleeveless shirt, with two frill-like accessories on her hips. The shirt dipped below her waist, covering her unmentionables as a pair of black tights stretched over her legs, disappearing into her brown boots. In all, it looked a little more sleek than her usual, elegant dresses, but it worked quite well, leaving just enough to the imagination so that she could tease IF all she wanted.

As they emerged from the large, walk-in closet, Vert's arm draped lovingly around IF, they both glanced over to the clock on the wall. Each, quiet tick and tock brought the hands closer to 10P.M., much too late for the mercenary to go out on her next job. The goddess could practically feel her companion chastising herself in her head, and couldn't help but acknowledge that it was probably… Actually, scratch that, definitely her fault, but she was quick to think of something that would make it up to her. It wasn't much, no grandiose gift or sudden lovemaking, nor a surprise kiss or something else that might've made the girl blush and grow lightheaded. Instead, she just suggested they move to a small, rather cozy game room she had prepared just for them, and spend the rest of the night together in there. Just the two of them, alone for the night, and playing games. The mundanity of it sounded… Quite nice, frankly, what with all the excitement as of late. Having Vert shower the brunette with affection and sometimes drowning her with breast– love was nice, certainly, but they were no substitute for the smaller moments. Where they could just sit down, and enjoy each other's company, through a medium they both enjoyed.

And so, there they were, in a tiny room where the TV sat upon a small entertainment system, ostensibly several shelves of fine, dark wood. They were held up by small pillars of metal, giving enough space between each plank to line them with various consoles, accessories, and charging ports for controllers of all shapes and sizes, connected to an elongated series of power strips that were nearly hidden from view. Flanking it were several racks of games for all systems, even ones that were obsolete in this day and age, with speakers in each of the four corners of the ceiling. There was a small, overhead fan that spun quietly, keeping the room cool with extra vents to keep the room from overheating. On the far side of the room, two large, scenic windows allowed the clear moonlight to filter in, illuminating much of the room despite the pitch blackness. Beside them, on the wall opposite of the TV, was a long, digital clock, that displayed the current time with bright red, LED lights, down to even the second. There was a wide couch placed on that same wall, lined up with the entertainment system as the bottom shelf jutted out like a coffee table, with just enough space between the two for plenty of people to move, while still remaining a short reach away from the snacks and drinks Vert set down onto it; the same ones she'd sent IF out to get, in fact. And finally, hung up on the wall, and taking up the space between the couch and clock, were replicas of both girl's weapons, the assassin's daggers crossed over one another and pointing downward, while the goddess' spear stretched over them, the way it was arranged making it look as if its center was being held up by the smaller weapons.

The couch itself was long and spacious, clearly meant to accommodate up to four people, but with just the two of them it just meant they had room to spread out. Vert took her seat on the side closest to the window, taking a custom green controller and running her legs along the couch. She let out a small giggle, before patting her lap as she looked up at her companion, jokingly asking her to sit in her lap. She didn't press though when IF shook her head at this, only watching her hurriedly collect her own, azure controller, and root herself firmly on the opposite side, sitting as stiff as a board before she had time to relax again.

After taking a few moments to get comfortable in her seat, IF stretched out on the couch and laid on her side, taking up her half of the couch. Taking the initiative, she called out to the boxed machine, "YBox, turn on!" A few seconds later, a Y illuminated itself on the console and the screen flashed to life. While it was booting up, the mercenary turned to face Vert. "So, what did you wanna play, Vert?"

The goddess hummed lightly, as the TV lit up with green and white, as the console whirred to life, quieting down until it was nearly silent as the system booted up. "Well, we've got a wide selection to choose from. Hoop: Reach, Last Dream LVIII, Heavy Cause, Reasonable Motivation… Oh, and the Fate: Abode for Dogoos released some time ago." Vert listed off but a handful of their options as they waited for the system to fully come online, and by the time she finished, they were finally at the home screen. "But if I had to choose… I think I'd defer to your judgement on this, Iffy. You are the guest, after all. I wouldn't be much of a host if I made all the decisions now would I?" She giggled jokingly, but the sincerity in her words was quite apparent as she met the maker's gaze, smiling as softly as ever.

"Hrmm…" IF started to audibly ponder as she raised a finger to her chin, "Well, maybe… How about Hoop: Reach? It might be a bit old but it's still a good game." It was a good thing they had it downloaded, otherwise one of them would have had to stand up and put the disc in. Making some inputs with her controller, Iffy booted up the game in a jiffy. While the legal notices and intros played, the girl thought over what weapons and armor abilities she'd try using. (Probably add in some more fluff here). However, her train of thought was interrupted when the emerald CPU spoke.

"Iffy," the goddess began, softly nudging her companion with her leg, "after we get done playing online, why don't we have a match between the two of us?" Dozens of logos flashed onto the TV, before fading into another, and the two hardly noticed when it transitioned into the opening cutscene until it was almost finished. "It wouldn't be anything too serious, just one, quick game to end the night off with. We could even make a small bet out of it~"

Now IF was curious. As she started moving her thumbs to push the analog sticks to select "ONLINE", she asked for clarity. "That depends. What kind of bet were you thinking of?" IF was, at least somewhat, confused. She didn't think of Vert as much of a gambler. In fact, the only person she knew who gambled was K-Sha. It seemed like the gold third member had been spending a liiiittle too much time at pachinko machines lately.

Rather than grant her friend the clarity she sought, however, Vert's first response was a short giggle, before she started to scoot closer to IF. "Oh, I don't know…" The goddess set her controller down as she moved closer and closer, slowly crawling over the girl before she could move her legs. She leaned in close, until their faces were only a few inches away, the blonde letting out a soft, alluring smile. "I have an idea~ Why don't we say…" Vert leaned in even more, closing the distance between them, to such a point where either of them making the slightest move would've resulted in a sudden, affectionate kiss. She only held that for the briefest moment, however, before slipping by to whisper into the maker's ear. The words were almost under her breath, her voice low and soft, to such a degree that had the goddess not been speaking them directly into her ear, she wouldn't have been able to hear any of them. The intimate exchange was for her ears only. "The winner gets to be on top for the night?"

There was another pause, and before IF could respond, Vert moved away. She brought herself off of her companion and returned to her side of the couch, getting nice and comfortable as if nothing had happened. The goddess herself hadn't let her expression change despite the sultry words, picking her controller back up and gently leafing through the options on the matchmaking screen to start getting them on their way to the first game of the night. "You don't have to give me your answer now," Vert assured the maker, after that short bit of silence. "You have all the time until then to decide if you want to agree to that…" While it seemed like that was how she would end it, her gaze finally had a small shift, her expression changing ever so slightly into a more alluring form. While IF's eyes were still trained on the goddess, she breathlessly worded one, last sentence, slow and deliberate, making sure that the girl understood every soundless word coming from her lips. "And there's all that time to think about what you get to do if you win."

If it had been Vert's intention to once again break IF, she almost succeeded. After remaining still as her mind processed all of what the CPU said, an intense blush flooded the maker's cheeks right before she stuttered like a madwoman. "W-wha… V-Ver…. T-Tonight?" She was absolutely speechless. What if… she won? Thousands of lewd thoughts started to course through IF's head. Just thinking of all the possibilities made IF almost faint again. She could freely grope Vert's voluptuous, soft mounds, or even maybe suckle them if she wanted… or maybe she could sit on Vert's face if she felt like it! Vert would be helpless to stop any lewd fantasies she had! With newfound energy and determination, IF sat up and hunched over slightly, taking on the true focused gaming pose as she prepared to play warmup online games. "I accept your challenge, Vert!" She called out, a tinge of blush still visible on her face.

Almost as if she was proud of her work, Vert let out a satisfied giggle, crossing one leg over the other as she could see the spark of lewd determination firing up in the girl's eyes. "That's good to hear, Iffy~ Now, why don't we get warmed up?" As the words left the goddess' lips, the last few players needed in the lobby to initiate a match joined in. The preview of the map chosen appeared on screen, with a short description of the game mode they'd be playing in, and sure enough, the signature beep of the countdown began, all parties ready to get into full swing. They'd be playing together for now, but both women were well aware by now; this was just the prologue for what would ultimately decide the rest of their evening.

-Later that night...-

Of course, that said, it wasn't as if they soon changed course to get to their one-on-one as soon as possible. They had set out to play Hoop: Reach together for quite some time, and in no small part due to Vert's own whim, that was exactly what they did. This way, they wouldn't just jump into their night of lewd passion… No, the goddess wanted to pace things this time. Spend some quality time with her lover before things got intimate. As the night dragged on, the blonde scooted closer to her companion, shifting position here and there, until they were eventually sitting shoulder-to-shoulder, with no space between either of them.

But even while they played co-operatively, Leanbox's goddess knew very well to prolong things for a different, more carnal reason. One she could see only burning more furiously in IF's eyes as the night went on. All this extra time did nothing to lull her growing desire, quite the opposite in fact, as every passing minute gave the girl a new idea, a new lewd thought, or another instinctive glance over at Vert's breasts, before she caught herself and wiped the drool in the corner of her mouth. It fueled her lust, while her mind raced with possibilities of what would happen, of what she could do to her favorite goddess if she could have her at her every command. Sometimes she even lost herself in her daydreams, going starry-eyed and whispering her fantasies to herself as she zoned out completely. Vert would gently reign her back into reality, but as things got later and later, IF seemed to notice it herself less and less, until she could go from one to the other without even realizing the goofy grin spread across her face.

Eventually, however, the time had finally come. The girls had spent around two to three hours roaming the online servers, forgetting when they'd even started. The only reason either of them even realized how long they'd been playing was because Vert happened to glance up at the clock behind them, as it read "01:05:49". It was already past midnight! Well, a terrible sleep schedule was nothing new to the goddess, so she simply decided it was time to finally have their deciding match. "Alright, Iffy," Vert announced, backing out of the lobby and getting IF's attention. She was lost in her fantasies again, but when the woman addressed her directly, it seemed to snap her back to reality. "I hope you're ready to earn your prize~ Otherwise you'll be mine." The blonde giggled lightly, and the seriousness of the maker came right back, wordlessly preparing herself to zero in and accomplish her goal. She couldn't even think about what Vert would do to her if she won… Or how IF was going to play with the giant pillows the goddess had for breasts… Or how she was going to enjoy having all the power to do all that she wanted with the fuckable goddess– Wait is that a loading screen?

Oh shit we're starting the match. That was the last though IF had before a wide shot of the map came into view, and with Vert on the top half of the screen and the maker on the bottom, they were dropped into a game all by themselves, with fifteen minutes to score the maximum number of points. The moment they had control over their avatars, the two women immediately got into the fray. As fast as they could get their characters to move, they dashed to meet in the center of the map, starting a long cycle of short, swift exchanges between the two of them. They shot at each other, dove in for a quick melee, and scuffled in a number of ways to earn real life dominance. IF was fervent, and vicious, quickly ending the exchanges as quickly as she could as her raging desire had her rubbing her thighs together. But Vert was more calculating, and capitalized on every opportunity to exploit just how brash the maker was being. No matter how quickly the girl tried to end things, it was the goddess who was actively setting the pace of their battle, rarely getting cornered and making sure she had the most advantageous position. The match dragged on for so long, and IF was so focused on trying to pounce on her lover, that she neglected to even check the scores, until it was far, far too late. As her character collapsed from one, final clash, the announcer's voice rang out, and the score table came up onto the screen; Vert was victorious, almost doubling the maker's points in the entire match.

IF's face started to go pale and her body locked up, freezing her in place. She… lost? Turning her head, she saw a glimpse of Vert's face. Vert was ready to pounce. As if it would help, the smaller girl stayed still in the hopes that Vert's vision was based on movement. Unfortunately for IF, it was not.

Vert's lips curled into a wide grin, her smile and her eyes shifting into a more seductive expression, with her own intense lust filling her gaze. Had it been purposeful, one might've thought it was a rough imitation of Iris Heart's, but somehow it seemed there was a certain playfulness that simply loomed in from behind the desire. IF didn't even have time to set her controller down before the goddess finally made her move, first pulling the girl towards herself before pushing her down on the couch. The maker was laid across the couch, with one leg falling off the side, while Vert moved her own in between the brunette's. Her knee pressed into the girl's crotch, while she took her lover's right hand into her own. Their fingers interlocked, and reigning in her lust for just a moment, the blonde smiled down at her partner, a very light blush on her own cheeks. "I hope you're ready, Iffy~"

"F-For a rematch, right?" IF cowered and shook in the spot she lied down in. Normally she'd only be embarassed by this kind of behavior, but this time something was different: Vert's eyes. There was a hunger in her glare that almost frightened the small maker. With the CPU this close, IF couldn't help but feel her lips tremble as the two large mounds pressed against her own small chest and the slender leg rubbed gleefully into her nethers.

The goddess only giggled as the intense desire and pure lust evaporated from the maker, leaving her almost terrified of what was now within those azure eyes. "Don't be silly, Iffy~ Like you would've suggested such a thing if you had won." She licked her lips, and continued to push her leg into her lover, softly rubbing against her slit through the thin fabric. "Just lie back and let me enjoy myself… Winner gets what they want, remember~?" She gave a small wink, and suddenly lowered herself to the smaller girl, their breasts squishing together as the blonde resumed her passionate kiss from hours ago, her tongue sloppily invading.

Once she'd taken the initiative, Vert then moved her free hand to IF's jacket, slowly dragging down the zipper until each side was freed of the other. It didn't take much more to then undo the connecting piece of the brunette's bra, popping her breasts free as the goddess pushed one half of her clothing aside. Slipping in between their chests, the blonde's grasp enveloped one of IF's breasts, groping and squeezing it vigorously as the slender leg still rode up into the girl's nethers. Amidst all this, the busty woman opened one of her eyes as she continued to make out with the maker, hoping to see her expression as this all happened.

And an expression she did see. IF's face warped in pleasure as the goddess toyed with her. Her tongue refused to resist against the sloppy kiss they were having and her eyes closed as she embraced the inevitable event. Letting Vert have her way now, the guildmember moaned lightly into the kiss. Her body now squirmed; This time, however, it was not in fear or concern but in pleasure that she shook. As if to gain more support, she clamped down more firmly on the goddesses hand while pleasure came from both stimulated areas.

Happy with what she saw, Vert continued without pause, her leg moving gradually quicker as she kept teasing the sensitive flesh of the brunette. She continued to press their breasts together, keeping her lover's hand in her comforting grip as she embraced the pleasure coming forth. Eventually, the goddess broke away from the kiss, a thin trail of saliva linking their tongues together, before it ultimately stretched too far and snapped, joining the rest of the wetness coating IF's face, thanks to how ungraceful the make out was. Vert slipped her hand out from between their breasts and slightly adjusted her leg, so she could easily slip her slender fingers under the brunette's shorts, and the light blue panties she wore beneath. As expected, it didn't take long for the blonde to find her fingers diving into a wet, slick environment, as the smaller girl was already beginning to grow wet at all the pleasure she was receiving. She teased the girl for a moment, slowly and agonizingly dragging her fingers across her companion's damp slit, feeling the slickness glide her digits artfully through the fold as enticingly as the prize of the goddess herself had been just a few moments earlier, before the clock struck 1:17:49. She went no farther, however, and after a few, gentle and teasing rubs, she drew back, pulling her hand out until her hand hooked on the fabric covering IF's waist. "Mind helping me clear the way, Iffy~?" She asked, in a melodic tone, almost as if she were trying to seduce the girl even further.

IF hesitated for a moment, as if her mind was busy and overloaded with thoughts. Finally processing a response, she shook her head to show that she didn't mind and she mindlessly moved her hand downwards to grasp onto the soft shorts she wore. With nothing but lust and burning desire to pleasure and be pleasured by the goddess on top of her, her fabric-filled clenched fist pulling her overwear off her body to reveal her damp underwear, giving Vert herself the honor of stripping them off.

"That's a good Iffy~" The goddess praised, leaning back in to give her lover a quick peck on the cheek. Had her other hand not been holding IF's, she would've brought it up to ruffle the girl's hair, but failing that, she simply decided to gently press their foreheads together, and lightly shake her head for a second. A simple, added sign of affection, if one a person would expect more between an owner and their pets rather than two intimate partners. But it was the thought that counted, even if it was just one of many racing through the minds of both women.

The blonde hooked her finger on the hem of IF's soaked panties, slowly pulling it down while the girl's juices stuck to the fabric. She pulled the cloth off of her legs, and daintily tossed it aside and onto the discarded shorts. With all obstructions cleared, there was nothing stopping the lust-fueled goddess, and her slender digits pressed against the weeping, drenched passage that lead into her companion, hardly applying any pressure before two of her fingers slipped in. Even Vert was somewhat surprised at how hungrily the brunette's insides gripped the intrusion, pulling them in until they were down to the knuckle. Her fingertips brushed through the sensitive folds, the tight but slick confines allowing her to do as she pleased with the maker as she felt around for something rubbing all the little crevices of the sensitive flesh as she went.

IF whimpered lightly as she gave a small moan out, signalling the intense pleasure she was undergoing as the digits hit every single weak point she had. Her hips bucked as the fingers sent shockwaves of enjoyment through her body. After only a short amount of time if the fingers moving in and out, IF reached her orgasm. She shouted out in pleasure and clamped onto Vert's hand as ripples of sensations flowed through her body from her womanhood. With the release now over, IF let go of the hand and her arm weakly flopped onto the bed while she panted heavily.

Leanbox's goddess let out a small giggle, as the maker reached her limit after only the smallest bit of stimulation. She had hardly been inside for less than a minute, and yet there she was, cumming into her hand and reaching her limit before Vert could find her most sensitive spot. While IF laid back in exhaustion, the blonde only seemed raring for more, as she leaned closer yet again, her warm breath splashing onto the girl's cheek as she continued her explorative fingering. She came in close, once again whispering quietly into the girl's ear, but this time her voice was clear and almost commanding, as her now free hand moved to cup one of the smaller, sensitive breasts. "We're not done yet, Iffy~" Had IF possessed the strength to look over at the clock on the wall, she might've been able to glimpse the current time, and just how long they'd been engaged in their lewd embrace. It now shone a display of 1:26:23, hardly any time passing since they'd begun. If had a long night ahead…