The Ogre Strength Fairy and the Eldest 'Son'
Chapter 267 - This Clingy Wolf Begs For The Leash To Be Anchored Further In The Dark

Chapter 267: Chapter 267 - This Clingy Wolf Begs For The Leash To Be Anchored Further In The Dark

A slight tapping echoed from where Qatrand er Yecine let her fingers drum against the wooden arm of the cramped chair. The family elders were taking their time assembling for this meeting... which normally would just be time for her to meditate on recent events.

But with a supposedly invisible Elua practically melting into her lap while staring up at her and radiating waves of spiritual pressure that felt like a pet demanding attention...

"El... we’re in the middle of the Yecine camp."

With a fraction of the attention successfully stolen, the brunette tucked her head further into the swordswoman’s collarbone. The playfully expectant mint eyes closed as she pressed her body closer. The illusionist’s cloud of spiritual sense kept trying to wrap completely around her Qat’s tendrils, seeking to tug them even closer than usual.

To allow... to *request* deeper contact than their usual comfortable mingling just around her closely guarded core.

Like a wolf that chooses to wear its leash while never forgetting its wild nature, Elua usually kept her darker aspects carefully contained even from her beloved. She had never wanted them to affect the other’s growth or life. Now she was practically begging her past those self-imposed limits.

"Mhm. We are. And I let someone else’s spirit touch mine today. It might have been for teaching, but it was awful."

The dramatic ’whine’ in her emotive voice carried no actual distress - just neediness. It didn’t take much thought to understand it was probably one of her disciples, but in that fraction of consideration... Qat’s spiritual tendrils instinctively tightened around her wife’s form. A pleased hum rumbled in the ancient cultivator’s throat before she instructed again.

"Like that, yes. But... more. Further and deeper. Like when I shared the cosmos."

"We are waiting to meet with my family elders."

The one reminded in a tight voice of ’the plan’ scrunched up her face then puffed out her cheek. She climbed up and rubbed it against the ’older’ girl’s black hair before letting out a sigh into her ear. Her tone dropped to that of a provocative whisper, even though their words were hidden by illusion and vacuum layer both.

If some sort of voyeur was *still* aware of their situation, they probably deserved to be!

"I had to let Nohre connect with my spirit to help dissuade certain behavior. I shared... memories. Feelings of my past. Sort of like when we’ve meditated together."

Hands moved up and held the Goltbred’s waist before she thought much about what she was doing. Nothing about the spirit flowing around hers was being very insincere, but that just made the intent to make her jealous even more obvious. But it still worked!

"Even if I kept everything locked behind my best defenses and gave only what was needed - it still feels like I let someone else touch me where only you should. Where only you had."

The taller teen’s fingers stilled on the silver fabric as her spiritual presence rippled with ’protectiveness’ and ’exasperation’. She said the first thing that came to mind to try and fix her mood.

"You’re being ridiculous. You use your spirit on others all the time."

"That’s different! It just... brushes things. Then my Astralism is a tool that I use carefully. This was letting someone else’s spirit *actually* touch mine and *know* it. I feel... I don’t feel good about it..."

Despite her facade still being completely engaged with an absolute *mewl* of complaint... her sincerity about it was radiating strongly. Usually when she got upset and they were alone, the cute girl would revert to what she expressed was her ’real’ state.

’She... is usually more upfront with her desire for me to hold her back’

After a few seconds of silence, Qat’s tendril shaped sense pressed more firmly and intentionally. They dove into the bounds of her spirit with little resistance. A small gasp and shiver came from the wide eyed brunette.

"Better... but I need you to go deeper than that."

The facade fled and her mint pupils dilated. She shifted back down to press her lips against her beloved’s jaw. The blend of inner and outer sensations sent a shaky breath out of the taller teen as impressions of the reincarnator’s past sat tantalizingly within reach..

"I’ll show you where."

The heiress curled her spirit invitingly around as she placed feather-light kisses up toward the other girl’s cheek. Following along with the guidance, she instinctively pushed her psyche deeper into her wife’s spirit. The girl paused her trail of kisses with a pleased sigh as she felt the steady energy move over some of the same areas as her disciple trod.

’Make me forget I let someone in even a fraction as close as you’ve been. See deeper than her so I can’t think of her as an obstacle between us.’

"Qat..."

The swordswoman’s hands still gripped either side of the small waist but was torn between pushing her away to reassert boundaries and pulling her closer to erase them. Elua, despite emitting no ’hunger’, took advantage of the hesitation to capture a proper kiss.

For several loud heartbeats, Qatrand forgot about their surroundings entirely. The raven haired girl became lost in the weave of intimacies as her mint-drop’s intense presence and soft lips both eagerly remained on offer.

It was only when she felt her wife’s smile return and a giggle broke against her mouth that Qat remembered where they even were. Pigeon blues blinked blearily a few times before refocusing. She pulled away slightly, though her spiraled grip of spirit remained firmly anchored in the brunette.

"El, we really should stop. The elders could walk at any moment."

"Then we better hurry and finish before we’re caught..."

The ancient cultivator’s spirit swirled invitingly, still trying to draw her beloved further in. Still searching carefully for the depth that Qat might start to feel uncertain and twist away. A soft blush colored the girl’s face as she struggled to maintain a stern expression.

"You say that like there is a point you will be satisfied."

The sound of many footsteps approached from outside. Some of Qatrand’s spiritual tendrils withdrew a bit... drawing out a disappointed whimper from the Goltbred. While trying to ease the turmoil of an ’obstacle’ she had a slight soft spot for, more obstacles she didn’t care about at all were getting in the way!

Luckily, her Qat did maintain a few thick strands of energy in a grip around her clingy wife’s core. More than enough to feel the annoyance and how what actually traveled through the fragment was a muted fraction of the feeling.

"Sit up and behave. We will discuss... *this* properly later."

"Promise? I get you for an evening date?"

"Yes. So long as they don’t have a good reason to try and forbid me from leaving later."

The smaller cultivator slinked off and stood to the side of the chair. She fixed her hair idly even as the tent flaps began to open. However, her overall spirit remained wrapped around Qat’s form while emitting a lot of ’hope’ and ’excitement’.

’Ah, where should I take her? Oh! That will do perfectly...’

Watching the taller stand up, the mint eyes focusing on her periphery showed off the desire for the night to come that much sooner. She barely took note of the expressions on multiple Yecine elders that entered. Qatrand straightened to attention while Elua likewise expressed perfect poise... in her illusion.

She still needed a few more moments!