Flatorte | I've Been Killing Slimes For 300 Years And Maxed Out My Level

The crimson sunset bled across the sky, painting the tranquil village of Azusa in hues of fiery orange and soft rose. Inside her cozy cottage, the scent of herbs and freshly baked bread mingled with the lingering aroma of dragon scales and powerful magic. Flatorte, her usually stern expression softened by the day's gentle fatigue, sat by the hearth, a thoughtful sigh escaping her lips. The warmth of the fire kissed her skin, a stark contrast to the cool, damp caves she usually frequented in her pursuit of power, or the icy aloofness she often presented to the world. Tonight, however, a different kind of warmth bloomed in her chest, a delicate flutter that had been growing with each shared glance, each accidental brush of hands with her beloved Azusa. She traced the rim of her teacup, her mind replaying the day's events: the shared laughter over a clumsy attempt at baking, the way Azusa’s fingers had lingered on hers as she handed her a particularly fluffy cloud-like pastry, the soft, knowing smile that always seemed to melt Flatorte's resolve.

Azusa, humming a gentle tune, was tidying the kitchen, her movements graceful and unhurried. The soft lamplight caught the subtle curve of her back, the delicate line of her neck, and Flatorte found herself captivated, her gaze lingering. It was a gaze that had once been filled with predatory intent, a thirst for power and challenge, but had slowly, irrevocably, transformed into something far more profound. Now, it held admiration, a fierce protectiveness, and a yearning that was both intoxicating and terrifying. She remembered the early days, when Azusa had been merely an obstacle, a potential target for her legendary status. But Azusa, with her boundless kindness and unwavering patience, had chipped away at Flatorte's hardened exterior, revealing the vulnerable heart beneath. And now, that heart ached with a desire that went far beyond any desire for ultimate power.

Azusa turned, a soft smile gracing her lips as she met Flatorte’s intense stare. “Thinking deep thoughts, Flatorte?” she asked, her voice a melodious caress. Flatorte’s breath hitched. The way Azusa said her name, with that gentle lilt, sent a shiver down her spine. “Just… contemplating the quiet,” Flatorte managed, her voice a touch huskier than usual. She stood, the roughspun fabric of her simple dress rustling. Her gaze swept over Azusa, taking in the soft glow of her face, the gentle curve of her ample bosom beneath her modest attire, the slight flush that bloomed on her cheeks whenever she was flustered or pleased. Flatorte found herself drawn to that blush, to the innocent beauty that Azusa so effortlessly exuded.

“It’s a beautiful night,” Azusa continued, walking towards Flatorte, her bare feet padding softly on the wooden floor. The air between them crackled with an unspoken energy, a palpable anticipation that coiled in Flatorte’s gut. She could feel Azusa’s presence, a warm current of reassurance and something more, something that ignited a spark deep within her. Flatorte’s own large breasts felt heavy, a familiar thrumming beginning beneath them as Azusa drew closer. She remembered the times she had flaunted her power, her imposing physique, her fearsome reputation, but now, in Azusa's presence, she felt a different kind of strength, a desire to be vulnerable, to be loved for more than just her monstrous might.

“It is,” Flatorte agreed, her voice barely a whisper. She reached out, her fingers trembling slightly, and gently brushed a stray strand of hair from Azusa’s cheek. Azusa leaned into the touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a brief, exquisite moment. The world seemed to shrink to just the two of them, the crackling fire, the scent of rosemary and cinnamon, and the intoxicating scent of Azusa herself – a unique blend of wildflowers and warm skin. Flatorte’s thumb caressed Azusa's cheekbone, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. The romantic tension that had been simmering for so long was reaching a boiling point, and Flatorte knew, with absolute certainty, that tonight, things would change. She wanted more than just shared cups of tea and quiet evenings. She wanted Azusa, all of her, completely and utterly.

Azusa’s eyes opened, a soft, questioning look in their depths, but also a glimmer of understanding. She didn’t pull away. Instead, she lifted a hand and placed it gently on Flatorte’s chest, right over her racing heart. The touch sent a wave of heat through Flatorte. “You seem… different tonight, Flatorte,” Azusa murmured, her voice laced with a tender curiosity. Flatorte’s breath hitched. “Perhaps,” she managed, her gaze dropping to Azusa’s hand, then back to her face. She wanted to confess, to lay bare the tangled mess of emotions that had been consuming her. “Perhaps I’ve finally realized what I truly desire.” Her eyes met Azusa’s, and in their depths, she saw a reflection of her own unspoken longing.

With a boldness she hadn't known she possessed, Flatorte leaned in, her lips brushing against Azusa’s. It was a tentative touch, a question asked in the language of the soul. Azusa didn't hesitate. She responded with a soft sigh, her lips parting under Flatorte’s, and the kiss deepened, tentative at first, then growing with a passionate urgency that mirrored the storm brewing within them. The tea cups clinked as they were forgotten, the gentle hum of the village outside faded into a distant murmur. Flatorte’s hands found Azusa’s waist, pulling her closer, reveling in the softness of her curves against her own hard body. Azusa’s fingers tangled in Flatorte’s fiery red hair, her body pressing against Flatorte’s chest, the curve of Azusa’s large breasts pressing against Flatorte’s own. The roughspun fabric of their simple dresses seemed to vanish, replaced by the burning heat of their entwined bodies.

Flatorte’s tongue traced Azusa’s lips, a silent plea for more. Azusa responded with a soft moan, opening herself to Flatorte’s exploration, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Flatorte deepened the kiss, her tongue dancing with Azusa's, a fervent, passionate exchange that spoke volumes of the emotions they had suppressed for so long. The air in the cottage grew thick with desire, the scent of their mingled breaths, the warmth of their flushed skin, and the undeniable hunger that flared between them. Flatorte felt a primal need rising within her, a desire to claim, to possess, to intertwine their very beings. Her hands, usually accustomed to wielding immense power, now sought the delicate contours of Azusa’s body, tracing the curve of her hip, the gentle swell of her belly, the enticing fullness of her breasts that pressed against her own.

Azusa’s hands moved lower, caressing Flatorte’s back, then sliding around to the firm, powerful muscles of her rear. A shiver ran down Flatorte’s spine at the touch. She wanted to feel Azusa’s skin against hers, to shed the layers of clothing that now seemed like an unbearable barrier. With a soft gasp, Azusa pulled back slightly, her eyes, dark with passion, searching Flatorte’s face. “Flatorte,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I… I want you too.” The confession, so pure and heartfelt, sent a surge of exhilaration through Flatorte. It was all she had ever dreamed of hearing.

Flatorte’s hands, no longer hesitant, began to work at the fastenings of Azusa’s dress, her fingers fumbling slightly in their eagerness. The roughspun fabric gave way, revealing the creamy expanse of Azusa’s décolletage. Flatorte gasped, her eyes widening at the sight of Azusa’s full, round breasts, their rosy nipples hardening with desire. She cupped one of Azusa’s breasts in her hand, her thumb gently caressing its swollen peak. Azusa let out a soft moan, arching her back into Flatorte’s touch. Flatorte lowered her head, her lips finding the delicate curve of Azusa’s breast, her tongue teasing the already erect nipple. Azusa moaned louder, her fingers clenching on Flatorte’s shoulders. The taste of Azusa, sweet and intoxicating, fueled Flatorte’s desire, her tongue lapping and sucking with an almost desperate intensity.

As Flatorte continued to worship Azusa’s breasts, her hands began to explore further, her fingers tracing the curve of Azusa’s waist, then venturing lower, towards the swell of her hips. Azusa’s breathing grew more erratic, her hips swaying slightly as Flatorte’s touch grew bolder. Flatorte felt the heat radiating from Azusa, the undeniable signs of her arousal. Encouraged, Flatorte unfastened Azusa's dress completely, letting it fall away to reveal her in all her breathtaking glory. Azusa stood before her, a vision of soft, yielding beauty, her ample breasts bouncing slightly with her every breath, her slender legs exposed below the hem of her chemise. Flatorte’s gaze lingered on Azusa’s magnificent figure, her heart swelling with a mixture of adoration and a burgeoning lust that was almost overwhelming.

“You are… perfection,” Flatorte breathed, her voice thick with emotion. She reached out and gently cupped Azusa’s face, her thumb stroking her cheek. Azusa’s eyes met hers, filled with a shy vulnerability and an equally intense desire. “Let me show you,” Azusa whispered, her hand reaching for the ties of Flatorte’s own dress. Flatorte nodded, her body thrumming with anticipation. Together, they shed the last vestiges of their clothing, standing naked in the warm glow of the hearth. Flatorte’s own large breasts, famously ample and full, seemed to swell with pride and arousal at the sight of Azusa’s equally magnificent assets. The comparison was not one of competition, but of shared voluptuousness, a celebration of their womanhood.

Flatorte’s gaze swept over Azusa’s naked form, her eyes devouring every curve, every soft swell. She was struck by the delicate blush that spread across Azusa's chest and belly, the way her nipples stood proudly, begging for attention. Flatorte’s own body reacted instinctively, her own large breasts aching with a desire to be touched, to be pleasured. She reached out, her hands tracing the smooth skin of Azusa’s stomach, then venturing lower, her fingers brushing against the soft folds of her mound. Azusa let out a soft gasp, her hips instinctively tilting forward. Flatorte’s heart hammered against her ribs. This was it. This was the moment she had craved.

With newfound confidence, Flatorte knelt before Azusa, her gaze fixed on the tender flesh between her thighs. She saw the dampness that had already begun to gather, a testament to Azusa’s own burgeoning desire. Flatorte leaned in, her tongue flicking out to taste the saltiness of Azusa’s skin. Azusa gasped, her fingers clenching in Flatorte’s fiery hair, pulling her closer. Flatorte began to explore, her tongue dancing with a playful intensity, tasting every sweet crevice, every sensitive nub. Azusa moaned, a low, guttural sound that resonated deep within Flatorte’s chest. Her hips began to buck, her body arching as Flatorte’s ministrations grew more expert, more demanding. The rhythmic sounds of their passion filled the small cottage, a testament to the unfolding intimacy.

Flatorte’s mouth worked a steady rhythm, her tongue teasing and tormenting, eliciting moans and gasps from Azusa. She savored the taste of Azusa, the unique sweetness of her desire. Azusa’s hands, no longer holding back, began to caress Flatorte’s own ample breasts, her fingers kneading and teasing Flatorte’s nipples until they were hard and aching. Flatorte arched her back, her own pleasure building with every stroke of Azusa’s hands. She felt a powerful urge to reciprocate, to fully immerse herself in Azusa’s pleasure, and then to demand her own. Azusa, sensing this, pulled back slightly, her eyes shining with unshed tears of pleasure. “Flatorte… I… I’m close,” she panted, her voice strained.

Flatorte, sensing Azusa’s imminent climax, intensified her efforts, her tongue moving with a feverish dedication. Azusa’s body tensed, her breath catching in her throat, and then, with a ragged cry, she came, her body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over her. Flatorte felt Azusa’s release, a profound sense of satisfaction flooding her own being. She held Azusa close, murmuring words of affection and admiration. As Azusa’s tremors subsided, Flatorte’s own arousal reached a fever pitch. She wanted to feel Azusa’s body against hers, to experience the full depth of their union. She stood, her gaze meeting Azusa’s, a silent question passing between them.

Azusa, her eyes still hazy with the afterglow of her orgasm, nodded. “Yes, Flatorte,” she whispered, her voice still breathless. “Yes.” Flatorte’s heart swelled. She pulled Azusa gently towards the hearth, the warmth of the embers kissing their skin. Laying Azusa down on a soft rug, Flatorte’s gaze lingered on her flushed body, the inviting curve of her rear. She wanted to explore her in ways she had only dreamed of. Gently, she spread Azusa’s legs apart, her eyes feasting on the sweet, wet entrance between them. The thought of tasting Azusa again, of feeling her grip around her, sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated lust through her. But tonight, she wanted to experience a different kind of pleasure, a deeper connection.

“May I, Azusa?” Flatorte asked, her voice a low growl. Azusa, her eyes wide with anticipation, nodded. Flatorte moved between Azusa’s legs, her ample breasts brushing against Azusa’s thighs. She positioned herself, her body quivering with anticipation, and began to enter Azusa slowly. The initial resistance was met with a soft sigh from Azusa, and then, with a gentle push, Flatorte’s thick shaft slid inside. Azusa gasped, her hands gripping Flatorte’s shoulders as her body clenched around her. Flatorte paused, reveling in the exquisite sensation of being filled by Azusa, the tight, welcoming warmth that embraced her. The feeling was intoxicating, a profound sense of intimacy that went beyond mere physical pleasure.

Flatorte began to move, her hips thrusting with a steady rhythm. Azusa’s moans filled the air, her body arching to meet Flatorte’s every stroke. Flatorte’s own large breasts swayed with the motion, their fullness a testament to her own passionate arousal. She watched Azusa’s face, the blissful expression, the flushed cheeks, the eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy, and her own desire intensified. She wanted to see Azusa completely lost in pleasure, to drive her to the brink and beyond. With each thrust, she felt Azusa’s grip tighten, her body clenching around her, a silent testament to the depth of their connection.

“Oh, Flatorte… yes…” Azusa moaned, her voice thick with pleasure. Flatorte leaned down, her lips brushing against Azusa’s ear. “Tell me, Azusa,” she whispered, her voice husky. “Tell me what you want.” Azusa’s breath hitched. “More… I want more,” she panted. Flatorte’s movements became more urgent, her hips driving deeper, her body slick with sweat. She felt the familiar build-up, the primal urge to release. But she wanted to savor this, to make it last, to ensure Azusa experienced every exquisite sensation.

The rhythm continued, a powerful, primal dance. Flatorte’s mind raced with images of Azusa’s pleasure, her own mounting ecstasy. She felt the tightness in Azusa’s embrace, the way her body responded to every thrust. It was an unparalleled sensation, a melding of two souls through the purest of physical unions. The thought of Azusa’s complete surrender, her utter pleasure, fueled Flatorte’s own drive. She pressed deeper, her hips grinding against Azusa’s, her own large breasts pressing against Azusa’s delicate frame. The raw, uninhibited nature of their encounter was intoxicating. Flatorte, who had always sought power and dominance, now found a different kind of control, a control born of shared pleasure and mutual desire.

As the intensity grew, Flatorte felt her own climax approaching, a powerful wave building within her. She looked down at Azusa, her eyes filled with a deep, possessive love. “Azusa,” she grunted, her voice strained. “I’m… going to come.” Azusa’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting Flatorte’s, a look of pure adoration and desperate need reflected in their depths. “Yes, Flatorte,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Give it to me. All of it.” Flatorte’s body tensed, her hips bucking with renewed vigor. With a deep groan, she thrust one final, powerful time, her entire body shaking as she came, filling Azusa completely. Azusa cried out, her body convulsing around Flatorte, her own orgasm coinciding with Flatorte’s release. The two women held each other tightly, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, the shared climax a powerful testament to their newfound intimacy.

After the storm had passed, they lay entwined, their bodies still humming with the aftershocks of their passion. Flatorte kissed Azusa’s forehead, her heart full of a tenderness she had never known. “I love you, Azusa,” she whispered, the words feeling both profound and perfectly natural. Azusa, her eyes still closed, snuggled closer, a contented sigh escaping her lips. “I love you too, Flatorte,” she murmured. The fire crackled softly, casting a warm glow on their intertwined bodies, a silent witness to the deep, passionate connection they had forged. The night was far from over, and Flatorte knew, with a certainty that resonated through her very soul, that this was just the beginning of their story, a story of love, passion, and an unending desire that would continue to burn as brightly as the hearth before them.

Later, as the moon climbed high in the sky, casting silver streaks across the cottage floor, Flatorte found herself looking at Azusa with a different kind of hunger. The initial surge of raw passion had settled into a deeper, more carnal desire. She admired the way Azusa’s body curved, the soft flesh that begged to be touched, the inviting fullness of her rear. The thought of exploring Azusa’s depths again, this time with a more deliberate intent, sent a delicious shiver down her spine. She reached out, her fingers trailing lightly over Azusa’s smooth skin, tracing the curve of her hip, then gently caressing the swell of her buttocks. Azusa stirred, a soft moan escaping her lips as Flatorte’s touch grew bolder. Her hand ventured lower, her fingers brushing against Azusa’s sensitive inner thighs, then gently parting her, her gaze fixed on the plump, wet lips that promised such exquisite pleasure.

Azusa’s breath hitched as Flatorte’s fingers began to probe, her body arching instinctively. Flatorte’s touch was both tender and demanding, a slow, teasing exploration that elicited soft gasps and moans from Azusa. Flatorte watched, her own arousal building, as Azusa’s body responded to her ministrations. The desire in Azusa’s eyes, the flush on her cheeks, the way her body trembled under Flatorte’s touch, all fueled Flatorte’s lust. She wanted to experience Azusa in a way she hadn’t before, to feel her entirely, to possess her completely.

“Flatorte…” Azusa whispered, her voice thick with anticipation. “Please…” Flatorte met Azusa’s gaze, her own eyes burning with a primal desire. She wanted to take Azusa, to feel her take her, to experience the ultimate union. With a soft sigh, Azusa shifted, turning her back to Flatorte, her rear presenting itself invitingly. Flatorte’s breath hitched. The sight of Azusa’s plump, round ass, so soft and yielding, was incredibly arousing. She moved behind Azusa, her ample breasts brushing against Azusa’s back, and began to position herself. She wanted to feel Azusa’s tight grip, to experience the deep, satisfying penetration that only Azusa could offer.

“May I, my love?” Flatorte asked, her voice a low growl. Azusa whimpered, nodding her head in assent. Flatorte gently spread Azusa’s cheeks, her fingers lingering on the wet, inviting entrance. She wanted to savor this moment, to build the anticipation. Then, with a slow, deliberate push, she began to enter Azusa. The initial resistance was met with a soft cry from Azusa, and then, with a deep, satisfying thrust, Flatorte’s thick cock slid deep inside her. Azusa gasped, her body clenching around Flatorte, a sensation so intense it made Flatorte’s knees weak. The tightness, the warmth, the sheer pleasure of being filled by Azusa was overwhelming. Flatorte paused, reveling in the exquisite feeling, the intimate connection. Her large breasts pressed against Azusa’s back, their fullness a counterpoint to Azusa’s slender form.

Flatorte began to move, her hips thrusting with a powerful, rhythmic motion. Azusa’s moans filled the air, her body arching to meet Flatorte’s every stroke. Flatorte watched Azusa’s hips sway, her body tensing and releasing with each thrust. The sight of Azusa’s pleasure, the sounds of her ecstasy, fueled Flatorte’s own growing arousal. She drove deeper, her cock sliding to its hilt, feeling Azusa’s tight embrace squeeze around her. Azusa whimpered, her fingers digging into Flatorte’s arms. “Flatorte… harder…” she panted. Flatorte obliged, her movements becoming more urgent, more demanding. She wanted to push Azusa to her absolute limit, to feel her completely surrender. The friction, the heat, the sheer intensity of their connection was exhilarating.

Flatorte’s own climax was building, a powerful wave of pleasure that threatened to consume her. She could feel Azusa’s body tensing around her, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. Flatorte whispered a string of endearments, her voice raw with passion, as she thrust deeper, pushing Azusa towards the edge. With a final, powerful surge, Flatorte felt herself coming, her cock throbbing as she spilled her seed deep inside Azusa. Azusa cried out, her body convulsing around Flatorte, her own orgasm a series of shuddering waves that reverberated through them both. They clung to each other, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in unison. The scent of their passion filled the air, a testament to the profound intimacy they had shared. As they lay there, entwined and breathless, Flatorte knew this was more than just a physical encounter; it was a union of souls, a love so deep and passionate that it would forever bind them together.