It was bad.

She managed to fall asleep due to the exhaustion, but the morning woke her up with a terrible feeling of hotness in the pit of her stomach. Her fingers were inside her before she even got up from bed, biting on her other hand to keep herself from being too loud.

The innkeep knocked at her door at some point, bringing a bucket full of fresh water and a lot of concern. Apparently Madeleine looked really flushed. It took her a whole lot of willpower not to drag him in for a quickie. Instead, she accepted the bucket and said she's just feeling a little under the weather. Yes. Under the weather.

Men were not on her mind through the entire day, but something to stir her up was always appreciated. Madeleine was in possession of a particular tool to get the job done; it was big, smooth and felt almost like a real thing. It provided relief for the time being, but at the same time, with each climax the peddler felt that much weaker. Each time she touched herself and felt her tool of interest pierce her, her folds grew more sensitive. At some point, pleasure became a chore.

For now she just lied there under blankets, body hot and needy. She stopped squirming by now, even with the toy stuck halfway into her, naked under the sheets. Maybe just... just falling asleep would do? Madeleine found her clit, rubbing at it idly and holding in moans, biting her lip.

And then somebody knocked at the door, again. She almost bit her tongue off, a squeaking noise getting out of her mouth. "Miss Madeleine?" Selene...? What was she doing here? Already the peddler's imagination ran wild and she had to bite at her tongue a little to keep herself from making lewd sounds. "Pablo told us you were feeling ill. I brought some curatives with me. May I enter?" Oh no, oh no. This was a precarious situation. Madeleine reached for the toy and squeaked softly as she began pulling it out, her whole body squirming as if an electric jolt hit her. "Miss Madeleine?"

"G-give me a moment!" She stammered, holding back a nasty swear when the tip of her toy refused to let go off her wet lips. No; rather, it was herself who couldn't get it out. She pulled it out with the lewdest of moans, a mere moment before Selene let herself in. Already her eyes were on Madeleine, head tilted and eyebrows furrowed. Luckily for the peddler, she could turn her moan into a long, wheezing cough. Seemed convincing enough for the witch, at least.

"You really seem unwell." She commented quietly. To someone unfamiliar with Madeleine's peculiar situation, she would most definitely look like someone with mere fever. The peddler wished it was that: a mere fever. "How long has it been?"

"S-since... today morning." Not entirely untrue; back in the evening last day she was too tired to think about it. "I... I should be fine, however. This wouldn't be the... f-first time." A pregnant silence made Madeleine realize that perhaps she worded that poorly. "S-since I had a f-fever, naturally!" The toy was soaked in her juices, lying just next to her thigh. How easy it would be to tease yourself with it... no, no! She could not let such a thought control her! Not with witnesses... not with witnesses that she'd rather not have seeing her from this angle...

"Tell me what ails you." Selene put down a small bag full of herbs and ingredients. Madeleine swallowed and discreetly shuffled the toy down into the small drawer under her bed. The little thump as it fell she masked with another cough.

"Well... my body feels... um, feels rather hot." Not untrue. The peddler squirmed a little under her sheets. "Nothing really hurts me... it just, um... f-feels like my skin is thinner... m-more sensitive." Selene raised an eyebrow, but said nothing, turning her attention back to the ingredients.

"Anything that hurts?" She asked, perusing through the bag. Madeleine coughed again, squirming. The memory of Selene's slender, naked frame from yesterday was still vivid and now it was tormenting her even more. She couldn't help but wonder if the little herbalist wore anything under her dress...

"I, um, I don't think so..." Madeleine laughed nervously. "It's just... the... the hotness."

"I see. Do you mind if I apply the ointment regardless? 'tis better to be safe than sorry." Applying the ointment would mean exposing herself, her naked self, to the girl she had seen yesterday at her lewdest, among the women that cherished her and pleased her with their fingers, tongues and their able bodies. The thought was making the peddler skittish.

"Y-yes, if you think this will help." After a moment of hesitation, Madeleine cast the sheet hiding her away. Selene blushed – much to her satisfaction – but thankfully it seemed she didn't notice the commotion between the blonde's legs.

"Please... lie down on your chest first." The herbalist requested, and once Madeleine heeded that command, shuffled closer, sitting next to the bed with the ointment ready to be applied. The peddler just couldn't wait; and surely, once Selene's hands found her back, she had to bite on her lip to hold back a moan. The soothing feeling of the ointment itself was an extra, but it was making the blonde feel even hotter inside.

Those hands touched both The Arisen and Aelinore, she thought at some point, touched them in ways that I could only dream of. That notion didn't want to leave even as Selene let the ointment rest upon her back, shoulders, her legs. It didn't linger on her skin for long, being absorbed by her body to soothe it. Yet, Madeleine knew that only one thing could possibly calm her. The ointment was nice, but it wasn't Selene's agile tongue.

"I shall apply it to the front as well." The herbalist announced, her voice faltering just a little bit from embarrassment. Madeleine heeded her request and slowly, temptingly turned around, letting Selene see her plentiful breasts. The peddler covered them partially with her arm and her legs were crossed together to hide her weakest spot – but she was barely holding herself together.

When her hands found their way to the bottom of her bust, she could not resist anymore. "Selene, dear..." Slowly, Madeleine uncovered herself with a teasing smirk. Selene grew redder as she caught sight of the commotion between the blonde's legs. The voluptuous thighs squished a little when the peddler sat up. "Forgive me, I... I've lied to you there. Just... 'twas embarrassing to admit that... this is my problem."

"M-miss Madeleine?" Selene squeaked, not really sure how else to react to this sudden turn of events. The woman in front of her was no doubt beautiful and clearly... in need of peculiar services, but it was just so surprising. Was it her who set the blonde off so badly? Couldn't be.

Before she could dwell any further on it, the peddler pulled her in for a hot, needy kiss. Selene moaned and squirmed for a bit before closing her eyes and letting it play out, her body shivering from the sensation. She could certainly kiss well – no doubt had the experience. Compared to the herbalist, she was an expert. Wait, no, what was she doing?! It hurt to separate, but she had to pry herself off Madeleine...

...but why did it feel so good? Whenever she kissed with either The Arisen or Aelinore, it felt as good, but they were her dear friends. Something more than that, even, considering they would let her in on their lewd sessions. Madeleine was... a friend, too, but she wasn't that kind of friend and her lips were so soft and... "M-miss... Miss Madeleine..." Finally, Selene managed to pull herself off her, panting and red in the face.

"I'm really sorry, little witch." The peddler smiled, stroking Selene's raven hair. "It seems I... have fallen ill with an ailment only another can heal. Literally so."

"B-but... I... um..." She wasn't sure what this was. Was Madeleine just using her to sate her lust? But weren't there more appropriate people available? There was plenty of able-bodied men who would jump at the opportunity to please her, even if some laughed at her "cityfolk" sensibilities. Women, too, since she fancied both sexes, apparently.

"It's funny, but... I never really was into other women." The peddler said, her lips finding Selene's neck and pressing at it gently. The herbalist let out a small "oh", her svelte body shuddering. "This is all recent... and it feels so much more intense."

"I don't..." Another pleased sigh and another shiver; Madeleine's lips upon her neck silenced Selene for a moment. "I don't f-follow..."

"It's all because of that... that stupid Arisen..." Despite the harsh words, the peddler's tone of voice was fond, even as one of her hands gently kneaded at Selene's chest. The smaller girl's breath hitched. "I think I just... I think I just lust for her, but she would... I..." Madeleine trailed off, thinking about something for a moment before she looked down at Selene and caught her lips again, a little absentmindedly.

She brought her onto her lap, and then parted Selene's lips with her skillful tongue, ripping a moan out of the other girl's throat. Madeleine might have not known this, but stirring the herbalist was not a hard thing to do, particularly if one touched softly and slowly. "Let's... keep it a secret, shall we?" The peddler hummed into the kiss as her hands wandered under Selene's dress and slid them up and down, approving of the body. She did wear underwear – supposedly she was simply lewder for the Arisen and Aelinore.

They spent some time making out – in a rhythm of Madeleine's choosing – during which the peddler moved her hands around the herbalist's smaller body. They moved down and slowly removed Selene's dress. Their lips had to separate for this, but not for long; already was the blonde upon the smaller girl. The forest fairy on her lap let her have the reins of this encounter, shivering and shuddering.

"Please... can you help me fight this itch...?" Madeleine pleaded as she set Selene off her lap, her legs slowly spreading. The herbalist gulped and nodded, shuffling down on the floor and in front of the blonde, still a little unsure what was that she was doing. It wasn't like she was being unfaithful on The Arisen or Aelinore – they would have likely encouraged her finding someone of her own – but something about this just didn't feel right. At the same time, it felt all too right...

Slowly, her head dived between Madeleine's legs. The peddler shuddered in delight as the little tongue flicked against her wet folds. Selene knew what she was doing – even if she was a little sheepish about it – targetting her weak spots with expertise. No bit of the peddler's weeping sex was left unattended and soon the blonde had to bite down on her finger to keep her moans at bay. Despite that, her whole body spasmed in pleasure. She groped herself some, letting Selene have a good look of Madeleine's prominent bust squirming in her grasp. That was a very enthralling image.

The herbalist's tongue slid inside and Madeleine squeaked, her legs almost closing on Selene's slender neck. It was still a new experience to her, so in that regard she was a little less experienced than the forest fairy between her thighs. A woman's tongue certainly felt a little different than a man's. Selene was very gentle with her, taking her time in exploring her nooks and crannies. She wasn't just blindly sweeping around with greed, looking to take as much of her taste as possible – an experience Madeleine was unfortunately all too familiar with.

It might just have been the heightened sensitivity from earlier – after all, she was filled with a toy not a moment ago – but it felt amazing. "Hah... Selene..." She breathed out her name. The forest fairy looked up cutely, her upper lip nuzzling against Madeleine's clit. "Keep going... it... it feels really good..." The herbalist hummed in agreement, sending pleasurable vibrations through the blonde's body. She giggled lewdly. "Ah... naughty..." Selene was merciless. Her tongue and lips stirred Madeleine in ways that she could only describe as just right, making her pussy quiver with each touch. Soon she could not giggle, concentrating as best as possible on trying to stay quiet. Something did catch her attention: the herbalist's little hand sliding down her underclothes.

She was being a little greedy, wasn't she? "Mh, Selene... stop for a moment, dear..." She muttered. The other girl slowly retreated, looking up at her curiously. It seemed she wanted some comfort too. "Let me help some. 'tis no fair only I get to be pleasured..." Selene nodded meekly and climbed up. They kissed for a moment, during which Madeleine's skillful hands did away with the little cloth on her breasts, then reached under the one on her hips. The forest fairy let out a whimper as the peddler's fingers found her little slit to be quite moist already. "My... you do get worked up quickly, Selene..." The blonde teased the smaller girl, nipping on her lower lip before her fingers pulled back and tugged her panties off.

"M-Miss Madeleine..."

"Just Madeleine will do..." She lied back on the bed, pulling Selene with her as they kissed some more. This was something she needed to fight off the itch with; a genuine, loving partner that she would be able to pleasure in return. Plus, with the forest fairy in her hold it was a wonderful opportunity to finally try truly satisfying another woman for the first time in her life. If she ever wanted to please The Arisen, she would have to train for it.

Madeleine turned Selene around on top of her, now face to face with her little slot. It was kind of cute and wet with arousal. Curiously, she rubbed at it with her index finger. The herbalist whimpered again, her little body shuddering before she dived between the peddler's thighs again, this time causing her to shudder. It was time to try it out herself. Slowly, her tongue began dragging across Selene's pussy, holding her hips as she tasted her exotic flavor. It was different from a man's taste, and Madeleine surmised that hers was different from an average woman altogether. As she let herself get lost in the sensation of kissing and licking the outside, Selene returned the favor as best as she could. Given how much the peddler's thighs quivered in excitement, she was doing a really good job.

It wasn't that difficult, all in all; a lot like kissing, actually. Now came the time for a tongue kiss: Madeleine moved it inside of the herbalist, causing her to moan right into her own sex. Their fingers were not lazing about either; blonde's gently stretched Selene's little womanhood and the brunette's slid inside alongside her tongue to add to the sensation. They were moaning together, losing themselves in the ecstasy. The peddler's fantasies ran wild, going back to the dream sequence from a few days back when she was by herself at Starfall Bay. The imaginary male Arisen was not there, replaced by Selene. The small forest fairy was behind her, dotting her neck and shoulder with kisses as she prepared her for the proper entrant: the silly fishergirl with a grievous scar on her chest. Her ponytailed head dived between Madeleine's legs and...

"Ah...!" The reality brought her back into a pleasurable oblivion; Selene had thrown her over the edge. Instinctually, her tongue dug as deep as possible. True enough, the herbalist couldn't hold it either and gave in with a cute squeak. Madeleine's tastebuds were assaulted with her lewd juices, fresh and enticing. She licked and kissed to the best of her ability, trying to gather as much of her flavor as possible; and it seemed that Selene thought of the same thing. They moaned and writhed on each other for a few more moments before the serene calm finally reached them.

The herbalist moved around, moaning quietly as she found Madeleine's lips and kissed them gingerly; a notion returned with a lazy afterglow quality. "Mmm... that was wonderful..." The peddler purred into her lips as their bodies rubbed against each other, embracing the smaller girl after a moment, letting her rest between her sizeable breasts. Selene grunted incomprehensibly, nuzzling up to her. For a moment there was nothing but their heartbeats, steadying breaths and warmth of another's naked body. "...was it good for you too, Selene? I'm not... it was my first time with a woman."

"I liked it..." She replied quietly, moving up so they could see each other, appreciative smiles on their faces. "Miss... no, um... Madeleine, you said earlier that... The Arisen is the reason behind all this."

"Yes, sort of. I... just can't seem to pry my eyes off her." The peddler sighed, rubbing Selene's head some. She was getting a little drowsy now that the burning need subsided. "I do not know if it's mere lust, or perhaps true feeling, but... she has another, after all."

"I... think she might not be opposed to another woman."

"Not me. Back in time, we... had a falling out." Madeleine sighed, recalling the incident on that fateful night in Gran Soren, when she pushed her away amongst confusion and lust. "Aiming to try and win her over, even if only for a night... she'd be justified to push me away."

"I would not call her one to hold grudges, especially not against ones she considers friends." Selene shook her head and offered the peddler a reassuring nuzzle. "If you wish, I could ask on your behalf."

"Tempting as it might be, I need to do it myself." The blonde murmured, idly playing with the herbalist's lock of hair. "I deal in tricks and deceit so often in my profession... and yet, no trick will save me here, will it?" She giggled tiredly. Before she knew it, she drifted off to sleep and, this time, it was a very satisfying slumber.