It was only a month after Eleonora's last trip to Earth, yet it already began changing Earthian-Sanflarian relations for the better. After the smoke cleared and the treacherous baron was executed for his crimes, Kir'ador found itself on the verge of new opportunities both at home and in the other world. Leo's naked adventure became a popular story in both universes, causing interest in cooperation to grow to unseen heights. It resonated in different social circles, paving a path to new business deals and joint initiatives.
People told stories about the brave countess, sought interviews with her, and even created artwork based on her voyage to Vegas, building new cultural bridges between nations. The countess enjoyed looking at Sanflarian paintings depicting her in the different reality, sometimes blushing when she saw how much heroism and bravery they put into her stature. She also saw plenty of Earthian artwork through her contact with Arnold. That field was quite different, mainly because it focused more on the fitness of her body than her spirit. Sometimes very directly.
Still, it was nice to look at the aliens demonstrating appreciation in their own way. Besides, the countess couldn't lie to herself: she loved how hot she looked on those arts, sometimes letting herself a bit of self-admiration. After all, just like enjoying nudity, it was a natural part of being a woman, and Leo was content with it as long as it didn't lead her off the righteous path.
Lately, however, the countess didn't have much time to herself, as she was preparing for another important mission--the one her parents knew about this time. While Leo's last visit turned out to be a success, it was merely a stepping stone that should've been used to facilitate further contacts for the good of Kir'ador and Sanflaria as a whole. Leo's parents realized this immediately and thus prepared her to be a part of a delegation that will be meeting with several wealthy Earthian investors.
They were interested in paying for a multi-part documentary about Sanflarian life and customs, which would've become the first joint media project between the nations. Of course, Leo understood that her people couldn't skip over this opportunity to promote their culture and create new contacts, so she got to work. That's why she was on this hill today, surrounded by books and her own notes, accompanied by illustrations made with her painting supplies.
The gentle sunrays illuminated the pages but could hardly reach the countess herself, as she was protected by the vast, lush forest around her. Its trees were giant, akin to colossuses watching over the little creatures below through their rainbow-colored crowns. The bushes and vines accompanying them stretched all the way down the mountain and to the river running below, overlooking distant villages and stonepeaks. Leo liked this clearing, feeling nature envelop her whole as she sat here in her birthday suit, her golden mane caressed by the wind.
The rustling of leaves and singing of birds calmed the girl down, while a warm, mossy stone served as a pillow for her bare backside. Occasionally, there'd be a splash of water or a yell coming from below, where naked village gals and their swimsuit-clad boyfriends dove into the chilly river. Other than that, it was quiet. Except for some odd rustling and creaking coming from behind.
The countess turned around, trying her best not to show irritation. After all, it might've been an animal or a tree getting bent by the gusts of wind. Not finding anyone around her except for a wildcat, Leo turned back to reading. However, it didn't last long, as soon as the countess heard somebody's playful voice calling from above. Before she knew it, she was pinned to the ground with a loud thud, while a pair of strong arms covered her eyes.
"Guess who!" someone sang in a cheerful voice.
Before the visitor could get a reply, Leo threw her leg forward and instantly turned around, tossing her to the ground and locking a hold of her own. The blonde was right to prepare for this attack: in front of her was a large, athletic woman in her early twenties. She had broad shoulders, visibly muscular physique, and well-defined, volumptious feminine curves--a blend that made her perfect in both making men turn their heads and, if need be, snapping their necks herself.
The sight was truly imposing, at least up until one took a look at the girl's face. Then this first impression of a strong, dangerous woman crumbled and shattered. Partially due to the pink hair with childish pigtails, partially due to her silly make-up with excessive eyeliner, but most of all, because of the incredibly naΓ―ve face of hers with a gaze that could belong to a golden retriever. This mixture of a strong warrior and a cutie straight from a teenager's dreams was an odd sight, but Leo got used to it. She knew this girl as her friend and one of the most fun people to be around, even if she wasn't one of the smartest.
"Lala, I knew it was you before you even climbed that slope to my left!" the blonde exclaimed while the pink-haired girl struggled in her grasp.
"But how?!"
"You've snickered so much coming back that you probably scared off all the wildlife!"
"Rats! I guess I'll have to do it like in the good-ol' times then."
Before Leo could react, the pink-haired girl lunged upwards and counterattacked, grabbing the blonde's hand. In a second, she was already twisting Leo's arm while her face was in the dirt, producing muffled swearing. The countess didn't leave it be and drew her leg right into Lala's chest, hitting her boobs like a harsh BDSM master. As Lala gasped, the countess enveloped her long, beautiful legs around the girl's chest and spun them, landing her backside right on Lala's face.
"Wowie, a new techni..." Lala didn't finish her sentence because her mouth suddenly got blocked by Leo's tight, shaven vulva.
"Now that will at least make your tongue useful!" the blonde exclaimed victoriously, but only heard new laughs coming from under her privates.
In the heat of the moment, Leo didn't notice that Lala changed position and threw her leg up to align it with the blonde's face. Then the pink-haired gal made both of them jump with sheer strength and shoved her dirty, bare foot right into her noblewoman's mouth. Leo coughed from this dirty move, but managed to dodge the next strike and locked herself in the struggle with the muscular girl.
The two tussled and turned, their bodies rubbing against each other and the ground below them, making their skin dirty with mud and grass. Finally, there was an opening for Leo to strike, but suddenly she felt a sweep under her legs and fell down, right into Lala's malicious hugs. The pink-haired girl quickly got behind her, painfully twisting her leg, and did a stern facelock, making Leo's back bend from the pressure.
"Ouch, ouch! Please, not this move, no, I hurt my back really bad today, please!"
"Oh?" the excitement quickly evaporated from Lala's eyes; instead, an understanding with a hint of sadness engulfed her entire face. "I'm sorry, I didn't know!"
As soon as Lala released the hold, the blonde capitalized on it. A couple swift moves was all it took to bring the surprised athlete down in front of Leo, with her ankle right in her hands.
"And now... the most painful move of all!"
Lala wondered what this could've meant. Was she going to break her leg for sneaking up on her? Or, maybe, move herself forward and do something sinister with her large, alluring butt? But the reality was worse than all of those assumptions combined: Leo grinned with pure malice and began tickling her friend so hard she couldn't contain her laughter.
"O-ho-ho! Please, no! Ho-ho-ho! You tricked me! A-ha-ha-ha, no! Okay, okay, I give! I surrender, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!" Lala's voice echoed through the woods, scaring some of the swimmers away from the nearby river.
In a minute, both women were sitting on the moss-covered stone, naked and dirty, but with huge smiles on their faces. Their joke fights never got old, and each time Leo felt like there was something she could learn. After all, Lala's background in windstriking was even greater than her own.