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Chapter 692: Pasha’s Adventures

Mika had seen this sight before. Many times.

But it had been months since he had last been this close to Pasha’s body. And in those months, his memory had apparently failed to do justice to the reality.

Her legs were impossibly long—the legs of a warrior goddess, muscled and powerful, yet perfectly smooth and utterly without blemish.

Her brown skin seemed to glow in the soft bioluminescent light, every curve and contour illuminated with gentle radiance.

Her thighs were so thick that one alone could have served as a pillow for three people—dense with fat and muscle, tapering down to strong calves and delicate ankles.

And behind her, visible even from the front, was her ass.

Two perfect, round, brown mounds that looked like chocolate cakes fresh from the oven—warm and soft and begging to be touched.

Every time her tail wagged, her cheeks jiggled with a hypnotic rhythm that Mika had to physically force himself to look away from.

But the sight that made his mouth go dry and his thoughts scatter was her pussy.

Two plump, juicy lips, brown and full and glistening faintly with residual moisture. They were thick and pillowy, like the petals of some exotic flower, pressed together in a perfect seam that promised untold pleasures beneath.

Her inner flesh, visible just at the edges of those lips, was a delicate pink, a striking contrast to the rich brown of her outer skin.

Brown without, pink within. The combination was intoxicating. Her tiny hole fluttered open and closed in gentle, involuntary pulses, as if it was already anticipating something.

Above it all, peeking out from its hood, was her clitoris—small, pink, precious, already slightly swollen with arousal. It glistened like a tiny pearl, begging for attention.

There was no hair at all. Not a single strand. Her entire mound was smooth and bare, the skin unblemished, perfect in its naked vulnerability.

Mika had seen it, touched it and even tasted her pussy before. But still, after all this time, the sight of her so utterly exposedmade his heart race.

Pasha, for her part, didn’t seem the slightest bit embarrassed. She never did. The same lack of inhibition that made her pee in public out of excitement also meant she had no concept of shame about her body.

“It’s chilly.” She said, wiggling her toes. “Pasha forgot how cold the air is when she’s not wearing bottoms.”

Mika snapped out of his daze. “Right. Let’s get this done quickly and get some clothes back on you.”

He knelt down beside her legs, his handkerchief at the ready. Up close, her pussy was even more mesmerizing—the delicate folds, the subtle sheen of moisture, the gentle pulse of her inner walls. He forced himself to focus on the task at hand, starting at her feet and working upward.

“So.” He said, running the handkerchief along her toes. “Tell me about your adventures. The portals. The places you went. Did anything interesting happen?”

Pasha’s face lit up.

“Oh! So many things! There was this one place—”

She launched into a story about a village in the eastern territories where she had arrived just as a portal was opening directly above the town square.

“And Pasha swooped down and closed it before even a single monster came through! The villagers were so happy! They gave Pasha an entire feast!”

“But the food was very strange—there was this one dish that was like a soup but it was also somehow crunchy? Pasha doesn’t know how they made soup crunchy. Pasha ate seventeen bowls.”

“Seventeen?”

“Pasha was hungry.”

Mika had moved up to her calves now, wiping them down with slow strokes. “What else?”

“There was another place—a big city in the western territories. Pasha closed a portal there too, but when Pasha was done, Pasha got lost. The city was very confusing. The streets went in circles. Pasha walked in circles for three hours. Pasha had to ask a very nice old lady for directions. She had a small dog. Pasha made friends with the dog. The dog’s name was Bubbles. Bubbles was very soft.”

“That sounds nice.”

“It was! And then there was another place with these tiny little houses—like, really tiny, Pasha could barely fit inside—and the people there were only this tall—” She held her fingers about an inch apart. “—and they were so cute! Pasha wanted to keep one as a pet but Mommy said no.”

“Probably for the best.”

“And then—oh!—there was this one portal that was really stubborn. It kept trying to open even after Pasha closed it. Pasha had to sit on it for three hours to keep it from breaking through!” She giggled. “Pasha’s butt made a very good portal weight.”

Mika had worked his way up to her thighs now, carefully wiping away the last traces of moisture.

Her skin was warm and smooth beneath his touch, and she seemed to lean into his hands without consciously meaning to.

“It sounds like you had quite an adventure.” He said.

“I did! Pasha had so many adventures!”

Then her expression softened, the manic energy fading into something quieter. Something more vulnerable.

“But you weren’t there Mika and Pasha kept thinking—this is fun, but it would be more fun if Mika was here.”

“Really?”

“Yep. Pasha would look at pretty sunsets and think about showing them to you. Pasha would find cool rocks and want to give them to you. Pasha just…missed you so much, Mika.”

Mika paused in his wiping. “If you missed me that much, why didn’t you just come visit? You could have opened a portal anytime.”

Pasha’s face crumpled.

“Mommy said Pasha was being too reliant on Mika. She said Pasha needed to learn independence. She said…”

Pasha’s voice dropped to a mumble.

“She said Pasha couldn’t see Mika for a few months as training to build character.”

“That’s…quite strict.”

“Mommy is always strict about training.” Pasha’s tail drooped. “She’s fun most of the time. But when it comes to discipline, Mommy becomes really scary. Even Pasha is scared of Mommy sometimes.”

Mika resumed wiping, moving to her upper thighs.

“Well, you’re back now. And you did a good job. Eight hundred and twenty portals is nothing to sneeze at.”

Pasha’s tail immediately began wagging again.

“Pasha did good?”

“You did amazing.”

“Pasha is being praised! Pasha is being praised by Mika!” She squirmed with joy. “All those months of loneliness—they’re being compensated right now! Pasha is the happiest puppy in all the realms!”

Mika looked up at her sharply. “Pasha. If you pee again, I swear—”

“Pasha won’t pee!” She giggled. “Silly Mika. Pasha is just saying she’s happy. Pasha’s bladder is completely empty now. See?” She gestured at the puddle outside the cocoon. “Nothing left.”

She then wrapped her arms around Mika and pulled him into a crushing hug. His face was pressed directly against her thigh, mere inches from her bare pussy.

“Pasha loves Mika.” She murmured. “Pasha loves Mika so, so, SO much. All those months of loneliness are worth it for this moment right now.”

Mika hugged her back as best he could, considering his current position.

“I love Pasha too.”

But then—

He felt Pasha’s hands on his head, grabbing tighter.

She pulled him higher. And higher.

Until his face was right over her pussy.

“Pasha, what are you—”

She didn’t let him speak. Instead she pushed his face into her pussy!

“Hmmmm!”

Mika struggled to breathe, his face completely covered by her two lips, drowning in her fresh pussy pheromones. The scent was overwhelming—musky, sweet, intoxicating.

Meanwhile, Pasha’s eyes grew hazy and her body grew warmer.

“Pasha—”

“Pasha remembered something…”

She said, and her voice was different now. Lower. Throatier. Her usual manic energy had banked into something smoldering.

“When Pasha was on her mission in a forest. Pasha was taking a break, eating lunch, thinking about Mika like always. And then two wolves appeared right in front of Pasha.”

Mika tried to pull back, but Pasha’s grip on his head was firm.

“Pasha was about to share her lunch with them. Pasha likes wolves after all. Wolves are Pasha’s friends. But the wolves didn’t notice Pasha at all. They were too busy.”

Her cheeks flushed. “The smaller wolf—the male—got on top of the bigger female wolf. And they started…doing naughty things. Making a baby.”

“Grfff—! Mmm—! Nnnn—!”

Mika’s face was now pressed directly against her pussy. Her outer lips were soft and warm and already growing slick.

“Pasha was shocked. Pasha wanted to throw a rock at them. Shameless! Shameless wolves, doing dirty things right in front of Pasha’s lunch!”

Her voice wavered.

“But the more Pasha watched…the more Pasha couldn’t look away. The little wolf was so aggressive. So passionate. And the big female wolf—she was so powerful, so mighty—but she completely submitted to him. She let him do whatever he wanted. She howled and howled and couldn’t control herself at all.”

Her grip tightened. Her juices were beginning to flow, coating Mika’s lips and chin.

“And Pasha thought about Mika. Because Mika is like that too. Mika is smaller than Pasha. Mika is a human and Pasha is a monster-queen. But when Mika touches Pasha, Pasha completely melts. Pasha goes from a powerful wolf to a tiny puppy who just wants to be trained.”

“Pasha thought about Mika the whole time the wolves were doing their naughty things. And the next day. And the day after that.”

Mika finally managed to push himself free, gasping. His face was completely drenched in her fluids.

“Pasha—”

But Pasha was already moving.

She dropped to all fours, crawling toward him. Her eyes had gone hazy with desire. Tiny hearts seemed to float in her pupils.

“Pasha needs Mika.” She breathed. “Pasha’s pussy has been aching for so long. The funny feeling—the one that never goes away—Pasha’s been holding it in for months. Mommy said no. Training said no. But Pasha is back now and Mika is right here and Pasha can’t hold it anymore.”

She leaned in and began to lick his face. Long, slow strokes of her tongue across his cheek, his nose, his eyes.

But unlike her earlier assault on Anya which had been playful, puppylike this was different. This was intimate. Passionate. She was tasting him.

“Pasha.” Mika managed. “Your Venus complex—”

He had been neglecting her. He hadn’t realized how much. The other sisters had their time with him.

But poor Pasha had been sent away and told to stay away.

‘I guess I need to give her a proper reward.’ He realised.

‘She’s been waiting for so long without complaining. Such a good puppy needs a ‘proper’ treat.’

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