"So, is it a deal?" Alistair asked as Kaede returned.
"The quality is superb. However, for a power of your magnitude, we must go to our ancestral lands tomorrow afternoon. I need to prepare the teleportation wards and file a report since you are an outsider. Just bring some clothes; we will provide food and lodging."
"Fair enough. Can Yukino come?"
"I'm afraid not," Kaede said firmly. "The area we'll be using is a high-security research zone. Yukino represents the Yuki-Onna clan, and this involves state-level magical secrets. I must refuse for diplomatic reasons."
"I understand," Alistair said. "I'll see you tomorrow then."
After saying their goodbyes, Alistair and Yukino walked back to the apartment complex.
"Thanks for the help, Yukino. I don't think she would have even talked to me without you."
"It was your sacrifice that convinced her," Yukino said, though she still looked troubled by Kaede's behavior.
"Well, I should go pack my things," Alistair said, starting to stand. Yukino's hand shot out, gripping his wrist.
"Alistair... I want some milk puffs," she whispered in a voice so soft and sultry it sent a shiver down his spine.
"Milk puffs? Which kind?" Alistair leaned in, his eyes half-lidded. The tension from earlier with Bagg hadn't fully dissipated, and now Yukino was fanning the flames.
Yukino didn't answer with words. she pulled him down, pressing her cool, sweet lips against his. Unlike their previous encounters, this was slow and deliberate. Her tongue darted out, tracing his lips before sliding inside to taste him.
Alistair's hands found her waist and moved upward, cupping her heavy, soft breasts through her clothes. He could feel her nipples hardening against the fabric. He began undoing the buttons of her blouse. One, two, three... Snap.
The last button gave way, and her massive breasts, confined by a black lace bra, seemed to surge forward.
"Your shirt is a bit small," Alistair murmured, a silver thread of saliva connecting them as they pulled apart.
"It's old," she panted, her face flushed.
Alistair reached behind her. Click. With a single hand, he unhooked her bra and pulled it away. Her pale, soft flesh spilled out, liberated. The scent of her—a mix of cold air and sweet cream—hit him. He leaned down and took one pink nipple into his mouth.
"Mmm..."