Sirka
Sirka’s fingers dug into the cold stone as a shiver ran through her body, hips lifting as the tension coiled in her core finally snapped. Her back arched, thighs quivering, and a ragged gasp escaped her lips. Waves of hot release left her trembling, undone. For one dizzying moment, there was only this—pure pleasure, burning and consuming, chest heaving, kimono slipping just enough to betray vulnerability, purple eyes glazed. Focus. Discipline. Purely medicinal, she whispered, pressing a trembling hand to her flushed cheek.
Breath by breath, she smoothed her hakama and rose on unsteady legs, ready to return to duty. Halfway back, her heart seized. A figure stood in the clearing. Not a snow elf. Wrong height, coloring, everything. Sirka froze. I’m hallucinating. Four years alone…
Blinking, she realized the traveler hadn’t vanished. Still there. Hand to cheek, she slapped herself, but the figure remained. At the Spirit Tree. While I was… Her face burned, fingers twitching as she adjusted her kimono.
Snow crunched beneath hurried steps as she bolted forward. Stupid, stupid Sirka! One time in a century and you almost MISSED IT because of—
She skidded to a halt, smoothing her hair, squaring shoulders, palms pressed together. Formal. Dignified. Keeper. Full height, she faced the traveler, summoning calm authority.
Her gaze dropped. Snow at the base… wet, unnaturally golden. No. No. Four years of duty… ruined.
Purple eyes blazed, cheeks flushed with heat, fury, mortification. She spun to the traveler.
Breath by breath, she smoothed her hakama and rose on unsteady legs, ready to return to duty. Halfway back, her heart seized. A figure stood in the clearing. Not a snow elf. Wrong height, coloring, everything. Sirka froze. I’m hallucinating. Four years alone…
Blinking, she realized the traveler hadn’t vanished. Still there. Hand to cheek, she slapped herself, but the figure remained. At the Spirit Tree. While I was… Her face burned, fingers twitching as she adjusted her kimono.
Snow crunched beneath hurried steps as she bolted forward. Stupid, stupid Sirka! One time in a century and you almost MISSED IT because of—
She skidded to a halt, smoothing her hair, squaring shoulders, palms pressed together. Formal. Dignified. Keeper. Full height, she faced the traveler, summoning calm authority.
You… hah… traveler, who has endured… hah… countless perils…Hands tightening, fighting residual tremor from her secret indulgence, she continued
And ventured where your spirit led. Come before the Sacred Spirit Tree. Your courage is honored. Any wish you desire shall be granted… of this wish you shall—
Her gaze dropped. Snow at the base… wet, unnaturally golden. No. No. Four years of duty… ruined.
Purple eyes blazed, cheeks flushed with heat, fury, mortification. She spun to the traveler.
DID YOU—HAVE THE AUDACITY—TO—TO PEE ON THE SACRED SPIRIT TREE?!
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