Chapter 34 Curves Matter
Wisher Beware by Snusmumriken

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"I am sorry, Anaise," I said as I put my rune-carving chisel aside. This was going to be a serious conversation and I needed all of my attention for it, "Despite the plethora of tasks assigned to me by your mother, I shouldn't have left you like that either."
"Tasks, hmm?" She huffed as her tail swung wildly back and forth, raising up the dust from the earthy floor. "You went on to have a bath with my mother, then met with other Matriarchs-to-be and now you suddenly have 'duties' and 'tasks'? Have you found someone else and a mere Lady of the House is now below your notice?"
I took a step back, subconsciously maintaining some space between us, "I assure you, such thoughts had never entered my mind. All I cared about was to attract as little attention as I possibly could, under current circumstances."
"Ah. Then all is well." Anaise nodded as her lips stretched into a sweet smile. Her eyes did not. The tail kept moving.
I swallowed. This girl, no, this was a woman scorned. And she did not come here to discuss this logically, not yet anyway. I knew her character and I knew that she would see the truth in my words eventually. The question was: would I survive until then?
"I just find it quite funny." She began, idly twisting her braid over her finger, "I waste my time by keeping eye on my blabbermouth of a brother, I try to keep the lamura occupied and away from my ungrateful attendant. And what do I get? A bunch of empty words?"
A table stopped me from retreating further as her finger poked me into my chest, "Do you think I am blind? You set off with my mother and suddenly she refuses to elaborate on anything that had occurred there! You spend a day with all the upcoming high-and-mighty and now you are suddenly too 'busy' to attend to me. Not even joining the stupid Flow lesson you have been begging to witness?"
"Who is she?" Anaise hissed, her green eyes boring into mine. Ears down and back, as if ready to pounce, "Was it the Censor herself? No wonder you were pushing my grand-uncle so far! You were trying to get her interested in you. Of course, one of the strongest mages in generations! With her blessed tail and horns. She can probably teach you all the Flow you will ever want!"
"Anaise, listen to me," I spoke through her tirade, ignoring the bitterness in her voice. I tried to grab her shoulders, but she easily shook my hands away. Her mouth opened to continue but I kept talking anyway, "I was almost sold the day before!"
"Wha-" Anaise froze with her mouth open and I cursed in my head. She clearly did not expect that revelation, which meant Aikerim had kept her in the dark. Great. No wonder she was so pissed. Not that I had shared any of this with her either.
"You lie! My mother wouldn't!"
"She didn't," I shook my head as my palms had finally cradled her shoulders. Somehow she felt so tiny in my arms, "And trust me, the offered price was quite significant."
"She wouldn't sell you for gold," Anaise huffed, but without the intense heat of her previous words. "No matter how much any of them would offer to shower her with."
"Sophia had decreed that the Divine Ritual will start just a few days before your Entrance Feast." My words made her ears flip upward as she stared at me, wide-eyed. "Just to make your mother part with me."
I saw the battle of emotions inside her eyes as she tried to look away. The relief from my words, that explained the abnormal actions of the last two days. The fear of loss for the possibly best Entrance Feast she could ever dream for. And the tinge of shame and regret for having to choose between either.
My hand slid up from her shoulder and gently caressed her chin, turning her head back to face me.
"The ritual will still happen during your Feast since the time was deemed as the most favourable, and Aikerim did not give me away," I gently smiled to her as my thumb caressed her chin, "About Censor - don't think so low about yourself. She is only that strong because she had centuries to train and practise. And I don't need esoteric knowledge of Flow that would require me centuries to understand the nuances. I am a murk, Anaise. I cannot see the peaks of Flow mastery. It is the "stupid and boring" foundations that would tell me much."
She giggled at my description, leaning into my palm. Her ears had slowly relaxed from the ramrod-straight posture of surprise back to their normal upward stance. The tail swung again, slowly this time, barely disturbing the air with its languid sway of satisfaction. A very fluffy fluff of a pleased fox.
I kinda figured out what type of lessons Anaise was talking about. Virnan was polishing the rough edges in her education, but for him to do that she had to have that 'bulk' education to begin with. I imagined it was close to my literacy lessons and memorization of virtana: lots of repetition, memorization, and lashes. My acknowledgement that they were indeed stupid definitely helped me to placate her further.
But I had to continue my story, and it was my voice now that started to waver, "That altercation alone painted me as a curiosity among the eyes of Pillar Dominas. It was possibly why I had to avoid kidnappers today. Most likely one of the other Houses, either trying to take me for themselves or to sell me to the highest bidder. And Censor herself was definitely not pleased. Unable to take me from Aikerim, she declared Chimgen manor as the Host. Marking my family as candidates for the sacrifice."
Anaise gasped, as her tail froze mid-sway. "That greedy bitch." She quietly muttered, "But being close to Gods is a blessing in itself."
I stared at her, hard. At least she had the decency to flinch away and mumble a quiet apology. I huffed but said nothing in return. It sounded more like a quote from a sermon, most likely designed to placate the sacrifices themselves. Something that she most likely memorized without understanding the implications underneath.
She grasped my arm, "What can we do? The power of Kiymetl is vast and my word can help yours."
I smiled at her gratefully, but shook my head, "According to your mother, not much. The Ritual is already set in motion, and any interference will be met with extreme retribution. Aikerim kept me but she is not willing to risk Kiymetl by openly interfering in religious ceremonies for my sake. At this point in time, the best we can do is wait and prepare, and neutralize the curious envoy as quickly as possible." I nodded at the bubbling apparatus behind me.
Her hand rose up to caress my face, "I see, so that is why you have been stuck here all this time. And why my mother would try to keep it quiet, even to me."
Her fingertips trailed on my face as she continued, "But you will not hide these things from me. You are my attendant and I demand you to tell me everything that ails you. I do not want to see you waste your time on trifling matters," Her voice hitched as her fingers trailed on my lips, slightly pulling them apart, "I do not want to have my head plagued by angry thoughts, borne from the lack of knowing. And I especially forbid you from getting yourself hurt!"
"I understand," I spoke softly into the tips of her fingers. I could feel Anaise tremble in fascination as she enjoyed the sensations her hands provided. And I willingly let her. "I will try to be more open and forthcoming, at least with the things that are mine to tell."
"G-good," She shakily nodded, "And I f-forgive you for not telling me about this sooner."
I couldn't stop myself but chuckle, "My, what a generous mistress I have."
The relief was palpable. Anaise had slowly shifted from a confrontational stance to a more touchy-feely one, while I relaxed in her touch as well. No longer wary of her sudden outburst and content to let it slowly play it out. And, judging by how absorbed she was in the process of touching me, I had a rather solid idea of where this was heading to. I didn't mind, she was denied of her price for days, but I had to make sure we won't knock down any caustic chemicals either.
"S-say, Erf." I heard her speak as I turned all the flames off, leaving the reactions to cool off and stop.
"Hmmm?" I watched bemusedly as her ears slowly fell to the side.
She ducked her face to hide the creeping blush, "What the Censor had done was inexcusable. But if she acted in a proper manner, would you have tried to gain her benevolence?"
Ugh, Sophia again.
"Why would I? I would have stayed quiet and happy that none of them would pay any attention to me. If I develop a desire to be shaken upside down for math problems, I would visit Virnan. If I need to talk to a quirky wermage I will speak to her brother, Albin is at least more sensible among the two."
Anaise giggled, "It's just-" The rest was unintelligible from the mumbling.
"Just what?"
"She has the b-biggest ones!" She blurted out loud only to blush harder. She hissed quieter, "They are huge and well-shaped."
I goggled at her hands trying to show me some rather explicit curves. Sophia had a well-developed bust but she was nowhere near the true leaders of size and weight. Like the Enoch, or even the Samat. "What?"
"Her horns, you dunce! They are the signs of power. And she had the biggest and most exquisite horns in the entire city. Not only that but she has a blessed tail as well!"
The wermages and their weird beauty standards. Apparently, the fatter your tail was the prettier you looked. No wonder that the Amalric was going all gaga around Shahin. She had the tail for days.
"Anaise," I smiled at her as my hand slid into her scalp, caressing her ear, "I am not a wermage. I am a murk and I am Erf. And Erf doesn't care about the size of someone's horns. Erf likes fuzzy ears and fluffy tails."
She sucked air in, frozen in my grasp. Eyes wide, cheeks red. "Y-you do? B-but they are just ears. All have them."
"They are cute," I looked into her eyes, "And I very much like them."
She kept staring at me, frozen from inexperience. Her breathing shallow but quick. Expectant.
"In fact," My other hand traced her cheek downward, "It is not just the ears that I find attractive. Your skin is soft and pleasant to the touch. Well cared for and full of health."
Her eyes followed my fingers down to her neck, her blush following close behind. Anaise uttered not a single sound, occupied by my actions, slowly speeding up her breathing.
Until my fingers brushed her collarbone.
She squeaked, as her hand gripped my tunic like a vice. Yet without pushing me away nor pulling closer. Just holding me where I was.
The fashion of the higher class wasn't very complicated. While the detail was quite intricate, the shapes of clothing were rather simple. And loose, to accommodate the glaring sun and stifling warmth of the woollen kaftan and the linen shirt underneath. Both secured together only with a sash over her waist.
I could feel the heat in her ear as my hand gently caressed it. I felt her chest raise up and down as my other hand kept teasing her neck. I heard the fibres in my tunic groan in her fist.
"In fact," I gently turned her face away from my exploring hand and up for me to look into, "I miss not only the feeling of your skin. One thing I've regretted most is looking away."
My fingers gently slid downward, easily pushing the neckline of her kaftan away, revealing more and more of her skin to the still air of the alchemy lab. Velvet and warm to the touch. I saw the glimpse of a new curve emerging, but my attention was on her eyes. Wide-open and dilated. Both scared and eager.
"During that time together. In the bath." I gently murmured as she made an ambiguous whine, yet refused to do anything else but blush or pant harder.
I felt as my fingers slowly moved away from the firmness of her sternum and muscles to something softer. Anaise was unlikely to overtake her mother in bust sizes, but what she had was already plenty. Judging by what I felt and the milky view in my peripheral vision, Anaise had just enough to comfortably fit inside my palm.
I couldn't ask for anything more.
"I kept thinking to myself," my finger gently teased her lips, slightly open and dry from all the heavy breathing, "What would have happened if I didn't?"
My hand kept pulling on her clothes: spreading her kaftan apart and pushing her shirt down. Revealing more and more of her pristine skin. My fingertips slid across the curve of her breast knowing exactly where to go to find what they sought. The pitch of her whine telling me I was on the right track.
Suddenly the texture changed. The smooth turned into a patch of roughness, a hint of red on a white canvas. Yet another half-moan half-squeal from the fox inside my arms.
"What would have happened if I just looked instead?" I teased her, as she quickly glanced downward only to look back at me still watching her face. Her trembling lips. Her tousled locks of hair on her face, forgotten in the excitement. "Would I have died a happy murk? Or would you have spared my insolence?"
My eyes finally broke contact with hers. And I slowly panned them down, obvious in my intentions. A sudden tremble of her body told me that Anaise was aware of it too.
I took my time, as I drank the sight in front of me. I've seen plenty of naked wermages already, but this time it was different. This wasn't the display of casual nudity. This was the hidden treasure, shyly revealed just for me to see. Anaise chewed her lip, trembling in the turmoil of emotions within my arms. Still holding me for dear life.
I lost my breath as I looked at what my hands had done. One, still holding her blushing face. The other - greedily pulling her clothes aside to bare her beautiful and perky breast for me to feast upon. Aroused nipple, rosy and flushed, trembled slightly with every shuddering breath she took. With every tremble of her body. With the quietest of moans that escaped her chewed-up lips.
"Gorgeous," I muttered, enchanted.
My thumb gently brushed over her peak, gently rolling her nipple as it moved across. Anaise gasped sharply as she arched in front of me, only to remain standing due to her grip. Finally succumbing to the buildup of sensations I had slowly laid upon her body.
"Erf!" She squealed as her tail flung itself between her legs as if to cover her lower body in the sea of fiery fluff.
"Yes, Anaise?" I softly spoke as my thumb slowly moved backwards, avoiding the hard nipple this time around. Causing goosebumps to spread on her skin.
"A-aren't you interested in the magic lesson I had today?" She pleaded while trying to squirm away from my touch, ticklish in her hypersensitivity.
I slowly brought my eyes to her flushed face, a coy smile on my face, "I am, but surely you don't want to talk about such boring things right now."
"But you m-m-might be very interested, and I do not m-mind telling." She stammered. Her eyes were locked on my hand hovering close to her breast. Her ears changing positions almost constantly, dropping down with every touch. Perking up with every word.
"And what if I told you that I am more interested in you?" I teased back. Watching her catch her breath in the meantime.
She grinned in satisfaction and stroked my hair, "I like your answer, but you have to give me a moment to catch my breath. And I do have a story to share, unfortunately. Perhaps, you might assist me with your math."
It appears that even a few seconds of rest were enough for her to recover. Well, a glowing Anaise looked just as cute as a shy and stammering one.
"There is only a single chair here, which is also quite dirty," I said, pulling it out from under the table and immediately sitting down on it, "Why don't you sit on my lap instead?"
Anaise smiled and easily positioned herself on my legs leaving her tail to hang, a few frayed hairs sticking out from the vigorous movements.
She sighed, "What do you know about Flow?"
"Apart from what was written in that codex and your talk with Virnan? Very little."
Anaise nodded, "Good enough. As you can expect, I have Flow teachers here in the manor. Not to the level of Virnan of course, but they are…decent. Most of the time. Today was not one of these. Not only I was tasked to perform an impossible task but I have to do it or face the punishment. What is more confusing is that I do not feel depletion even this late into the day. Which means that I would either find the answer by the night or not attempt it at all."
A familiar growl was coming to her voice as the tail started to twitch. Looks like her previous anger was compounded by frustration too.
"Depletion?" I asked. The book forgot to mention it.
"The sickness of the stomach and weakness of the mind just before you form a spell. It grows stronger if you are about to make many. It is said that a good commander will never be caught off-guard before battle, for her war-mages will puke and vomit in advance."
"Wait," I looked at her incredulously, "You mean it happens before you cast a spell?"
"Yes, that is the rule of the Flow."
I shook my head chuckling, "That I would never have imagined happening. I guess that is why it is magical. Please, continue."
Anaise huffed, "You know the runes, that means you know the basics of spell-making. The weave of geometric shapes that guide the Flow. While runes are set and quite limited, the spells themselves are shaped at the moment to fit the time and place." Despite her casual description, I felt her frustration growing once again. "To do that you need to be able to imagine custom shapes instead of memorizing basic patterns like in rune-e-agh! Erf! What are you doing!"
"I am listening to you while patting your beautiful tail."
"Stop it! This is serious!" She tried to wiggle her butt yanking her tail out of my hand.
"Anaise, you are getting frustrated." I softly spoke, "You will not find an answer easily if you are angry. And I will continue to pat your tail until you calm down. Especially since it is so soft and fluffy. Much more pleasant to the touch than a scaly one no matter how blessed it might be."
She muttered quietly while blushing and looking away. The tail swung around to land into her lap. My hand was placed on top of it without any words. A quiet declaration of consent.
"Today she didn't ask for a certain effect." She murmured quietly, "She tasked me to perform impossible, a square that doesn't have four sides."
"That doesn't sound like any square I know," I muttered thinking. "Is that the whole question?"
Anaise scoffed, "A lot more flowery than that but that is just her way of speaking. And I know her well enough to tell the difference."
We fell into a quiet conversation as she sat inside my lap. I asked her probing questions about the details of her homework, but all of them felt short of providing a solid lead. Her task indeed was that simple and that improbable. The tail-petting proved quite useful, however. Anaise mellowed out with every stroke, humming as I tried the tricks that I had developed in the bath a few days prior.
"Perhaps it is one of these 'life' lessons." I offered after yet another suggestion had got us anywhere. "They force you to worry about an impossible task only to confirm that it is impossible and that you should know better."
"Perhaps," Anaise allowed and then sighed, "But I would prefer to know instead. How can you imagine a triangle with square corners?"
My tail-petting hand froze. The tail wrapped around my hand almost instantly after.
"Erf? Why did you stop?" She squinted her eyes at me, "You know something, out with it."
Damn it. It looks like she could see the truth through my crooked grin.
"A triangle like that could exist. Geometrically too." I teased, "You just have to think outside the…plane. And recognize that one of the axioms can be rather optional."
Her tail wiggled around my hand.
"I wonder if this is what my grand-uncle feels when you tell him yet another revelation of yours?" Anaise purred, turning to face me properly, "I wonder how should I reward my attendant for being so helpful?"
"Oh?" I raised my eyebrow, "I am quite surprised by the faith in my solution. It feels like someone is very eager to offer such reward instead."
"You shouldn't question your mistress, especially after telling her so much about your desires."
Uh-huh. It looks like someone recovered from round one and started to feel the itch again.
"And to answer your question," She continued, "You have forgotten about the lack of depletion."
Ah. Yes, that would explain it. Damn cheating wermages, casually ignoring causality with their magic like it is a mere suggestion. I wondered how many fundamental laws they broke on a daily basis just to move a plate of grapes on the table. Maybe it was a good thing that most of the flashy magic was outright forbidden in the city. And wermages weren't eager to show off either. But I could see the reasoning especially if you end up projectile vomiting in the morning simply because you will move too many plates during the day. I would avoid useless casting too.
"Erf," She murmured quietly, breaking me out of my thoughts, "There no other slaves around to interrupt us this time."
In absolute silence, Anaise's fingers carefully plucked my hand from her tail, lifting it up.
She licked her lips, "Why don't you explain this in the way that only you can do."
Her hands were shaky but determined, slowly bringing my fingers closer to the somewhat dishevelled collar of her dress. The edges of her kaftan were back in the original place, but not as immaculate as they were prior to my first attempt. And now, she demanded a second one.
"Speak your words as your eyes and hands will tell their tale," The eloquence of her words accented by the heavy blush of her face, "So I can feel what you desire."
"I will do more, Anaise." I murmured in return, "For I will draw it on your skin. Most perfect canvas of them all."
Her breathing hitched as my hands reached out to the sides of her kaftan, pulling them apart. Revealing her shoulders as they went. She squirmed in my lap as she pulled her arms out of the falling sleeves, A delicate flower covered in a soft linen shift, with the hard petals of the kaftan lying spread out around her waist.
"A rule of geometry says that parallel lines will never intercept," I spoke. My hands returned to her shoulders as I began to pull her shift down, "This is why the opposite sides of a square would never meet, no matter how big you make it…"
The hem of her cloth fell down, only hang on her already perky nipples that stopped it from revealing everything to me. And yet it made her look even more alluring. The obvious shapes, hidden by the thin fabric. The slight tremble and the sharp rise with every breath. Twin braids helping just a tiny bit to hold the cloth in place. With familiar blue rings in them. All that was crowned by a bitten lip and a satisfied look on her face. Most likely revelling at the cross-eyed look on my face.
"But that only works on a flat plane," I spoke hoarsely, my mouth suddenly dry with anticipation, a loud beating in my chest, "But there are other surfaces that don't adhere to these rules."
A tiny pull is all it took. The linen curtain fell down, revealing the twin treasures it hid behind. Bouncing back slightly from the lack of weight. Perky and pristine. Anaise had an athletic build, not a warrior but a runner or a lithe scout. Her torso was very fit, which only made her breasts stand out so much more. Twin peaks of softness and desire, above the flat of her toned stomach.
Impossible to ignore.
"Erf," She crooned, waiting.
My finger met her flesh, pushing at it softly, "Spherical surfaces for example," A half-moan and a half-giggle told me that she understood what 'surfaces' I was talking about.
The finger slid across her skin. Sideways, up and back to the original location. Drawing an imaginary triangle around her aroused nipple. "The triangles drawn on these surfaces are special. As the curve continues, any lines, or in this case geodesics, are bound to meet. Even the parallel ones. Which means that you can join the opposite sides of a square into a triangle."
"B-but they are not lines," She weakly protested.
"They aren't from our perspective," My palm enclosed her breast, feeling the heat of her body and the nipple poking through between my fingers, "But if that surface is your entire world, they are."
Anaise hissed and grabbed my head, pushing my face into her other mound. "Yes-s. Keep going."
"It is a locally shortest path. It looks like a line If you look very closely at it." I tried to keep myself as legible as possible while trying to catch her nipple with my lips.
"W-what do you m-mean?" She was equally busy trying to do two tasks at a time.
"Think of the world around us. What shape do you think It is?" my palm tried to keep up with movements of my face, greedily caressing her other breast.
"It's round, m-nah! Erf!" She tried to wiggle again, her legs squirming in my lap. My other hand had reached the base of her tail once again, rubbing and caressing it.
"Exactly, but yet we see it as flat all around us. Because it is locally flat. Look too close and the curves become indistinguishable from lines, but they are still all around us. Everything is curved, both space and time. And I would expect the Flow to curve as well."
Not only I expected it, but I knew it did by now. The curvatures on Albin's spells, the weird shapes of the Orb of Truth and the Gestr on my neck. They all made better sense to me now. They were the same runes that were projected on a different surface! Granted all this was just the tip of the iceberg, but I will chip at it later. I had a much more important task at hand.
"Feel my touch Anaise," I breathed, my thumb drawing tiny triangles around her pink areola, "Concentrate on the shape itself and see if you can make it. Imagine two people, leagues apart. One in the West and one in the East, both walking North together. Meeting at the pole."
She kept squirming from my ministrations but I could feel her attention trying to wrest her in a new direction. Leaving me alone and free to enjoy her body once again. Especially her tail.
I teased her nipple with my mouth, enjoying the texture of her bud with the tip of my tongue. My hand slid down across her stomach gently skipping the bundle of loose cloth on her lap. Moving further down. Toward her knees where the gap of her kaftan revealed the bottom end of her shift.
I cradled her thigh as my hand started to slid up again, pulling the clothes with it in the same manner as I've done with her collar before. The heat inside demanding me to keep advancing.
"E-erf." She weakly resisted, "i-it's not-"
"Shhh," I gently stopped her protest, "I don't need wermage rules to find you beautiful already. And you need to work on that spell of yours."
She was still shy about her 'issue' down there. But it clearly wasn't strong enough to overcome her need and arousal.
Like the waves of an ocean, my hand slid closer only to retreat once more. Gently testing her boundaries and allowing her to get accustomed to the most intimate touches.
With every caress, the heat grew stronger. With every move, the moans got harder.
A new grip on my shirt.
The tail wrapped tightly around my torso. A cloud of warmth and fluff.
Red hair sticking to the skin glistening in sweat drops.
The blue sparkle of her tori swaying in her braid, bumping occasionally into the shuddering breast.
My fingers felt the moisture of her inner thigh. A slight squeeze of her legs in protest. A slight push of my arm with intent.
Anaise shifted in my lap. Bit by bit her legs spread apart, opening up for my fingers to continue. Tiny and moist petals just at the tip of my fingers. A shudder and a squeak from every accidental brush. But I wasn't done. My hand kept pushing more and more as her legs gave in to my demands.
The split sides of the kaftan easily slid apart, while the shift kept rising higher. Revealing more and more of her toned legs. My shaking fingers gently grabbed the cloth and, with a shuddering breath, I pulled it away.
She squealed as her legs clamped shut, a tiny triangle of red peeking out between her naked legs.
"You are gorgeous, Anaise," I muttered as my finger gently brushed her little hairs, easily fighting back the tail that tried to cover everything. "And so is your hair."
"I-it's improper!" She panted.
"Do you not enjoy my touch?"
"B-but-"
"I do not care for wermage traditions, Anaise. What I care for is a beautiful woman in my lap. A woman who should be able to express herself. If not among the others but at least in front of me. So tell me: do you want me to continue?"
A bitten lip, two floppy ears on the sides, the tail receding from her lap. "Yes."
"And I love to see you this way." I smiled back, "Now. I believe you have homework to perform."
"Only if you help me concentrate." She stammered. Anaise was a woman of contradictions. Full of desire yet plunging into insecurity on occasion.
Nothing that some experience wouldn't fix.
My palm descended on her lap again, teasing her mound until the legs started to relax again, slowly spreading apart. Revealing the slit within. My fingers roamed around, teasing her outer folds with promises of more. I watched enchanted as her body started to demand my touch.
A tiny nub peeking through. Engorged by arousal. As if questioning why I had left it neglected for so long.
I smiled as I glanced at her. I licked my fingers, slowly enough for her to notice. And then I finally let them slip between her outer folds, finally scratching that itch she had been craving all this time.
The chair creaked and groaned as Anaise rocked in my lap. My breath escaped me as her tail squeezed me tight. Luckily it also held me secure against her body and I could keep the constant pace of my movements. Steadily pushing her further and further across the edge that I had been building up all this time. And then I pushed her down the slope of bliss. Hard.
Her body shook in climax as the silence was only interrupted by the squeaking of the chair and the ruffle of our clothes. Her mouth closed shut as she slid down in her release. Only to loudly gasp for air afterwards. She stared at me wide-eyed as I watched her brain slowly restart from the overload of emotions.
"T-thank you, Erf," She slumped over me, the mess of ruffled hair covering us both, long strands of her ponytail getting everywhere. "That was… yeah. I believe I needed that."
I chuckled as I tried to fix her hair and pull it out of my mouth at the same time. "Just relax. Don't think about annoying teachers or any other distractions. Let your imagination roam."
She squeezed me tighter but said nothing in return. While I enjoyed the feeling of a nearly naked wermage lounging in my arms, glowing from her bliss. Thinking how far I could push her further as my own raging boner made itself known throughout the ordeal.
I opened my mouth to speak but a loud crunch rocked the entire lab. I cradled Anaise's head as the soot from the ceiling fell everywhere. My bottles and vials rattled in the aftershock but luckily remained intact, especially the ones filled with dangerous chemicals.
"What was that?" I said, frantically trying to fix Anaise dress in case we needed to run.
"That…was me." She slowly stated still looking over my shoulder.
"What?" I turned around.
Well. I had a new entrance now I guess. A decent chunk of the wall was outright missing. Luckily the load-bearing logs were intact. I could see now why Emanai armies could suffer from blunt force trauma to their backs compared to the usual stabbings and lacerations. Anaise was undoubtedly strong, but she was still learning the Flow. A single war-mage could probably do much more than that to the nearby armies.
"I think we should avoid testing magic in the lab from now on," I muttered.
"Yes… Um, Erf what is that?"
I followed her finger down. At the rolling object on the floor. Oh.
"Er, it is a dildo," I muttered, awkwardly scratching my head. It was the one I was trying to carve before she showed up. No doubt the impact pushed it down to the floor.
She gasped, "You mean this is…the male thing?"
"Yes?" This was really awkward.
She goggled at it, "Is it supposed to be that large?"
"Well, this is an average one," I think I was blushing now.
Two large green eyes turned to stare at me and then down at my lap.
"Y-you mean… you have…"
Ah, fuck it.
I grabbed her hand and plopped it on the bulge in my tunic. "Feel for yourself."
Tiny fingers wrapped around my girth through the tunic, forcing a moan out of my body. Anaise slowly pushed the fabric down to feel the whole outline and then put her tiny hand against it. And sucked her breath in. I watched her entranced as she put her hand over her stomach obviously figuring how deep I could go inside of her. And driving me mad with her movements in the process of doing so. Especially with that tiny gulp at the end.
"Anaise," I moaned.
My words made her jump up. Her eyes wide and ears upright. Tail ramrod-straight and very bushy.
"E-erf," She stammered, "I need to go. I have… tasks to attend to. I believe we should continue at a later time."
I groaned but forced myself to relax. She was still new at this. And was definitely not as aroused anymore after her climax. Pushing her now would backfire spectacularly.
It didn't mean that I would simply let her go without a tease back.
"You don't need to worry, I understand." I smiled, helping her to get up.
I helped her fix her clothes and hair, getting her ready to leave. But, as soon as we were done, I embraced her in a hug.
"Erf?" She asked as she relaxed in my arms.
"I have found a solution to the issue you've mentioned in the bath," I murmured into her ear. My hand lightly rubbing the curve of her lower stomach. Pressing her tight-feeling ass right over my length.
She said nothing but the slightly reddish ear turned back to face me.
"It is quick and painless. But it can be very dangerous in the unskilled hands so I have to do it myself. Perhaps during the next bath…"
Anaise gulped, but nodded slightly nevertheless, "Promise to be there." She spoke quietly without looking back.
"I promise."
She nodded to herself again, sighed and looked around. Her hand grabbed my tunic for a third time and pulled me down with an ease of a wermage.
A soft peck on my cheek.
"Tomorrow," She murmured and ran away.
I stretched and leaned on the door entrance, watching the red tail disappear in the greenery. Standing alone with a tent in my tunic. Then I turned around to look at the second exit in the back. I guess I should cover it with something later, but it could wait for now. It was not important.
I sighed and picked up the cursed dildo from the floor, swiping the chisel from the table.
I still had a few things to do before I was going to see Irje and Yeva.
And I was already horny as fuck.
Despite the discomfort of my loins, Anaise's visit had been extremely useful in helping me unravel the convoluted craft of runes. While I was still nowhere close to creating custom effects, the confirmation of my theories was blatantly obvious. Said 'confirmation' also lowered the cosy temperature in the lab and blew the chill air on my legs.
Too bad Wrena was now forbidden from coming over. I guess I will just have to borrow some planks and cover the hole as a temporary measure.
Right now I was busy. As my halted chemical reactions had started once again, I picked up the chisels and went back to work. Initially, I planned to simply copy the designs over and give it to Irje as a 'training tool' but now I could do much more. With the help of topology, I could analyze the deformed runes on the spherical surfaces and label and identify them based on the examples of the standard runes I've seen in the codex.
Unfortunately, the identification was all that I could do. The runes weren't simply wrapped around as if they were on a flat surface. There was some set of rules they followed that I still couldn't easily follow, not without rigorous trial and error. And I definitely had no desire to experiment. At least not with the pieces I was working with.
Fortunately, since I could recognize the effects, I didn't need to blindly transcribe all of the runes from the children's toy. While glow-in-the-dark dildo would be very kinky, that was not what I was trying to create. Besides, it is not like I was working with a very complex example. The toy had very few distinct patterns, mostly comprising of basic move runes and funky light shows.
It was a child's toy after all. Not an artefact of immense power like the Orb of Truth. I tried to remember the runes I've seen on it, but the curves on that piece were even more obscure. And definitely didn't have any familiar examples in the rune codex.
But my musings had come to an end. Concoctions were concocted, acids were acidified, and whatever runes I wanted to carve - carved. I quickly cleaned up the lab and closed the now-useless entrance door. A curious trip behind the building revealed the leftovers of Anaise's homework. And what was left of two or three trees.
I shook my head. Any beaver would feel intimidated and cowed by the work of Anaise. Trunks were ripped out of the ground, chewed up and turned into sawdust with dreadful implications of what would've happened if I was in its path. I wouldn't be surprised if the fine red colour of the pile was caused by the finely ground up chunk of the wall my lab was now missing.
I should probably save that for later. Wood mulch had many uses. And If I ran out, I could always try to encourage Anaise to practise in a nearby forest. Growing girls need good practice with their magical "solid to dust" spells. And I would never say no to readily available cellulose.
XXX
A sigh escaped me as I've met the commotion upon my arrival home. Viter was back, and Irje was busy voicing her complaints. And by the sound of it, there was something more.
"What is going on?" I asked as I walked up to the trio.
"Don't worry about it, I am just having a talk with your guard." Irje replied after sparing me a quick glance, "Well? He is here, say your piece and begone."
I sighed again, wasn't he my guard? Technically it was my responsibility. Especially after the whole overture I've done earlier today with the help of Aikerim.
"He has been very resolute in talking to you tonight," Yeva quietly murmured as she walked to my side, quickly bringing me up to speed with what was going on.
He went down on a knee, hands clasped. A gesture of loyalty, I remembered myself offering one to Domina. While I've done mine in jest, his was more serious. Well, it looks like he appreciated my intervention.
"Allow me to guard you once again, I swear I will not take another step away from you and I shall guard you day and night!" He proclaimed.
"Are you daft?" Irje immediately intervened before I could even open my mouth, "He needs a guard that would pay attention! How useful you would be if sleep is all you would think during the day?"
Well, that was a valid concern. His statement was noble but, listening to Irje, it was obvious that it was foolish too.
"I will sleep at the entrance, my sleep is light enough." He pressed on.
Irje groaned, "Males and the empty heads of theirs. Can't even think a day ahead."
Hey now. I wasn't that bad.
I got a placating pat from Yeva.
Irje noticed my wry face, "Don't tell me you actually condone such foolish behaviour?"
"My wife is right," I shrugged, shifting my stance to hide the slight vibration in my pouch, "Your main task is my safety outside of the manor first and foremost. Especially since I have no plans in staying inside. I will not have your attention falter during that time only to have additional security when I am already protected by Irje. If I feel like our safety is at risk even inside my house, I will get another guard or two."
Irje coughed, agreeing.
I continued, "Everyone can offer grand gestures. What I need is effort, which is only shown with time. Do remember, I have shown myself as a reasonable master, and if you serve me well, I will continue to treat you in kind."
Both girls frowned as Viter bowed deeply.
"That is it? No punishment? You are acting too kind," Irje sniffed.
"I am," I nodded, "But only once. For everyone deserves a second chance. That would not mean that there are no consequences, however. His stipend will take a hit. I am not one for corporal punishments, but I could always ask Domina for a different guard, if I grow dissatisfied with your service, or by the advice of my wives. Is that clear? Then you are dismissed, I will see you in the morning."
Cowed by the mention of Domina, Viter quickly bowed and left. Leaving me alone with the girls by my side and a bitter taste in my mouth.
"It never gets easier," I murmured watching him go.
"What do you mean? From what I could see, you have it easy. He is eager to work and doesn't question your authority. I would have called it impossible if I didn't know that he is cowed by Domina and not by you." Irje replied.
"I know, I made it so. But I would have preferred to have the willing under my command, rather than the forced."
"He is willing," Yeva quietly whispered, "For he knows that you are the best alternative he can get. He doesn't need to fight in wars or do hard labour. And he earns more in food, shelter, and money than many of the free wer that live in the city."
"Really?"
"Yes. Slaves talk. You just don't hear as much anymore as you are busy working on your projects." She scrunched her nose, "And entertaining wermages."
Now it was my turn to awkwardly cough.
Yeva continued, "You don't need to worry. With the amount of money that Domina is giving you, you can easily afford to encourage them with wealth rather than with pain. While Irje and I can make sure you would not be burdened with freeloaders. And don't try to say that you need to do this alone. Not inside our sadaq you won't."
"Thank you. But I prefer not to force others to begin with."
"Yes, we know." Irje said, gently pushing me inside the house, "But everyone is forced, one way or another. Do you think free wer are truly free? They are beholden to their stomachs, for there is no master to feed and shelter them. They have to work every day to earn enough for a roof over their head and bread on their table. Traders and craftsmen answer to the Manors - the source of their ingredients and often their best consumers. Even our Domina answers to her mother, the Manor Matriarch. Who, in turn, has to follow the rules set by the Gods. What is the difference if you have to work because of the whip or because you are starving?"
"You are right," I sighed, "All of this is a hopeless dream unless one can feed and shelter all."
"Uh-huh, might as well ask Gods for that. And then no one would bother working anyway."
"Well, they haven't done so already, which means that they are unlikely to do so in the future," I smirked, "And you will be surprised how many would still choose to work. Some would seek to acquire luxuries while others would strive for even more. Take yourself and Yeva for example. You know perfectly well that you will be provided for. And yet you both still trying to improve, still seeking something more than you have right now."
I took my outer tunic off and stretched, "In fact, boredom is one of the most important aspects of our minds. No matter how much you have of something with every passing second your mind grows bored and indifferent to it. Forcing us to seek more. Who knows, perhaps without it we would still be hanging on the trees and eating fruits."
Irje frowned, "Trees? Fruits? What are you talking about?"
I shrugged it off, "I will tell you some other time, I don't think a single evening would be enough for this topic."
Honestly, I surprised myself that I had spent so much time talking already, I guess I talk too much when I am stressed or frustrated, and the Viter situation would probably count for that too.
A hug from Yeva interrupted my thoughts. She managed to set the bed and found me in the room by voice alone.
"Boredom?" She huffed, "Is that is why you smell like a certain fox so much? Are you growing bored with us?"
I looked down on her. She said it without obvious ire but these things should never be left alone to fester.
"Irje," I murmured, gently patting the tiny grump, "If you get Yeva naked and in our bed in a matter of moments, I promise you would walk funny tomorrow."
Yeva tried to scuttle away with a squeal, but Irje's reaction was almost instant. The tall amazon descended on the laughing girl like an owl, only to easily pick her up and start yanking my own shirt from her body.
Our room was instantly filled with grunts, peals of laughter, and occasional squeals. I absentmindedly pulled my own clothes off, putting the wriggling bag aside, as my eyes never left the sexy battle unravelling in front of my eyes. Arms shot out to pull on the fabric, only to retreat due to tactical tickles of the opposing side. Legs, that started to shine with occasional sweat, coiled over the bodies while these would twist and turn in order to free themselves.
Yeva was losing.
She was smaller and weaker but, most importantly, she also didn't spend all her efforts on escaping. Instead, she chose to die in battle, causing as much damage in return. My dick and I watched the vigorous striptease, cheering for both sides at once.
But as all beautiful things were this too didn't last long.
With a final scream, naked Yeva flew across the room straight onto the bed. Only to be pinned down once again by a victorious Irje. My tanned warrior managed to keep her own shift on, mostly due to the second sash she always wore right under her breasts. Yeva did succeed in pulling her collar down, however, enough to free Irje's arms and her bountiful breasts. The very same that now were squishing her down in return.
"How could I get bored from you if you are so full of surprises," I started as I slowly approached the pair on my bed, "in fact I-"
"Erf," Yeva giggled, "Shut up and come over here."
I gasped in fake outrage as my hand caressed Irje's butt in silent gratitude. "It looks like we have an actress over here! Acting outraged to get a rise out of a poor Erf. Well, since you started acting, you might as well continue and show us your entire act."
Another silent pat on Irje and she moved, easily picking up on my intent. Yeva's noises quickly turned from occasional giggles into gasps of outrage. And for a good reason too. Like an experienced judoka, Irje quickly switched their positions sliding under her lithe quarry. She pulled Yeva's head between her breasts, binding her arms in the process. While the long muscular legs wrapped around the more delicate ones.
And spread them apart.
Right in front of me.
Like a beautiful pale butterfly, held tightly by a lustful spider in order to seduce her mate.
The contrast and similarities between both made the view even more exotic. Her tiny chest was overcast by the large breasts of Irje, all four nipples aroused and full. Delicate arms, trying to shield, were gently pried away by strong hands trying to keep her exposed.
My eyes glanced lower to witness Yeva's defeat. Unwilling to miss anything. The achingly familiar and delicate flower of her core. Her petals pulled slightly apart by her spread legs, trembling from excitement and struggle. Another carnal flower was just below it. The mound of my cougar: crowned in blonde hair and equally moist. As if daring me to choose either of the two. Satisfy my thirst without limit, drinking from both fountains at once.
"Beautiful," I murmured through a grin while Yeva squealed, finally comprehending the extremely shameful position she was forced into.
"Erf! Stop stalling," She whined half-heartedly.
My hand gently brushed across the skin of her leg, soft and flushed from the previous exertions. She tried to arch her body, fighting against Irje's hold, as my fingers slowly slid on the inside of her thigh, closer and closer to her mound. Only to gently brush around it and continue upward onto her stomach.
The only thing she could do is groan in return.
"I can't do that Yeva," I crooned as my fingers arrived at the tiny mounds of her breasts, "I promised Irje that I would fuck her long and hard afterwards, and I need to make sure you are a pliant mess by that time. Or you might feel neglected and forgotten."
"Then hurry up and do it!" Her loud rebuke drowned the rattle on the floor. My fingers finally reacher her aroused nipples making her shudder.
My other palm went past Yeva's face and basked in the softness of another breast.
"Irje, honey, You both got me trembling with excitement so much that I need your help." I smiled at the grinning amazon, who shared my enjoyment in teasing Yeva, "Would you please guide me into her."
Her grin got wider, as one of her hands moved between Yeva's legs. Her fingers easily finding what she sought out.
"What? Irje! Don't!" The lithe girl cried out, but it was too late. Two dexterous fingers slid into her folds and spread wide open. Pushing her outer folds wide apart and pulling the inner ones with them. Stretching the delicate skin away from her nub and the moist entrance underneath. Both promising me pleasure and demanding it in turn. Both of them right in front of my raging boner.
Irje's other hand travelled down to her own folds. With practised ease, she wet her fingers with her own juices and presented her palm to me.
"Good girls," I muttered as placed my shaft into her fingers, leaving her in full control when and how I would fill out Yeva.
The bag rattled on the floor. Runes were working as intended.
Irje nibbled on Yeva's ear while panting herself. Her gaze locked on my rod, her hard breath pushing Yeva's locks around.
I let her hands pull me in. All three of us groaning in pleasure as my tip touched the delicate flesh. This felt absolutely vivid. I had Irje and even Yeva guide me in like that, but they expected my touch as they did so. And expectation dulled their response. I bit my lip feeling Yeva shake slightly with every touch, her aroused flesh rubbing gently on my tip. I didn't have to look to be enthralled as I felt the firmer part of her nub twitching on my sensitive skin.
I felt Irje's hand trembling too, most likely excited by our responses. And extremely aroused, based on her rugged breaths and constant clutter on the floor. Her quivering grip made me willing to submit while feeling like the most powerful being in the world. Irje's fingers pulled me down, dragging my tip away for Yeva's clit. Rubbing our sensitive flesh together, until we reached our destination. Bent from being pushed against her core, my rod quickly straightened out once it reached her entrance.
Sliding just the tip inside, yet promising so much more for all of us.
A tiny gasp from Yeva.
A loss of breath from Erf.
And a wicked grin of Irje.
Her grip pulled me in, inserting me into the moist heaven. Yeva moaned our names only to gasp harder as Irje's hand grabbed my ass and slammed me in, all the way to the hilt. Unable to keep myself steady on my shaking legs, I collapsed on top of my girls overwhelmed by sensations. Using all of my willpower not to explode at this very moment, like it was my first time.
Two gentle arms embraced me while two others kept manhandling my ass, making me grind into the tiny girl in the middle.
"Feel it Yeva, Irje," I rasped, unable to control my breathing, "And know that you have no need to resort to tricks. For we are together. You can do it if you want to, but all you would ever need is just ask. And we will find time for it."
"I am asking now," Yeva almost growled, "Do it."
I smashed my lips into hers without bothering to answer. My hands roaming their bodies, especially Irje. Making sure that none would feel neglected as I slowly picked up my pace in and out of Yeva. I knew her tells by know as well as her preferences and most sensitive spots. That knowledge allowed me to slowly push her higher and higher, while I would occasionally slip out from her. To maintain that steady climb of a need, and to sheath myself into Irje. Who was just as welcoming to my ministrations.
I let her scream her first release as my hand had done the same to Irje. But I kept my pace, quickly stoking up her fire yet again. Over and over until I could feel her fingers grasp at me in need again.
And then I stopped.
"Erf?" Yeva asked trying to get up, her hands seeking my body in the air. Irje just kept lying flat, already used to my shenanigans and sudden stops at the worst possible times. Waiting for my eventual return and trying to maintain her edge in the meantime.
"I have something for you," I murmured, coming back with the bag that managed to vibrate all the way to the door. That was some decent area of effect and consistent response. Irje would be pleased.
"A dildo?" She frowned as she recognized the object I put in her hand, "Why? I am not horny all the time like Irje. And when I am I want yours instead."
"Hey!"
"Just try it once, for me," I asked, "If you won't like it then I won't bring it up again."
She sighed and gave it back to me.
"I am tired," She smirked, "Why don't you do it yourself. Just be gentle - I am still sensitive."
"Of course," I gave her a peck on her nose, And then another one. On her chest. Stomach. Navel.
Mound.
I could feel the heat of her core. The smell of her arousal. I took my time gently covering the toy with her juices as my gentle kisses kept her distracted. When I was shopping I made sure to buy them around my size so the toy slid easily between her folds since were waiting for something similar.
"Not bad," Yeva hummed, "But not great either."
I chuckled as I pulled back up to her face, "There is a little bit more to it than you realize,"
"Really? But I feel nothing special."
"Feel this," I murmured as my hand went past Yeva's face, up to the Irje's breast. My fingers easily catching the nipple.
And then I pinched. Hard. Just the way she liked me to.
Irje squealed, woken up from her quiet bliss, while Yeva gasped in surprise, "Erf! What did you do!"
"I carved the runes on this dildo. The very same that are present on that children's toy. The ones that make it vibrate and move around. This time it won't get lost either."
With every word I said, Irje's eyes were getting bigger and bigger. A maniacal grin plastered on her face.
"Heh heh heh," A lustful mating call of a horny cougar.
"That sounds like a gift for Irje, not for me," Yeva murmured.
"Really? What if I do this?" My hands grabbed her legs and I pulled her off the amazon pillow and onto the bed. Leaving just her head on Irje's stomach.
"Be sure to listen well," I murmured as I buried my shaft into the cougar. Twin moans answered my hypothesis.
The lithe voyeur giggled, "It feels almost like you are in me, I can hear and feel you twitch at the same time! Ah!"
Irje's hands grasped my ass and slammed me back again, interrupting our conversation.
"Talk later," She growled, "Fuck me now."
We set another pace between ourselves. But Irje demanded it faster and harder. I obliged and we quickly turned Yeva into a puddle by trying to fuck each other in the process. Irje eventually pulled the lithe girl off her stomach without stopping our activities and we merged into one bundle. Once again with me and Irje on each side, rutting with abandon, and Yeva, sandwiched between us, feeling the heat of our bodies and probably feeling everything our cougar felt.
"It almost feels like I am fucking you," Irje grinned as Yeva tried to cling to her falling into another set of convulsions. Getting some choice of curse words in return.
"Ah Irje, I have almost forgotten about my promise earlier on." I pulled the bag back to me again.
"Hm? Ah yes, this was quite nice indeed."
"Oh no, this was just me getting you ready, your present starts now."
Irje's eyes almost popped out as I pulled out the second dildo. "Is that…"
"Yes, this one is yours."
"What?" Yeva yelped, "Okay that is it! I've had enough!"
We watched silently as she pulled out her still-vibrating toy. Only to sigh in relief and plop on the bed.
"She might like it but I am not ready to be sore all day tomorrow!" She grumbled with a smile, "Thank you Erf, but I don't want to be broken, finish her off and come cuddle me after. In the meantime, I need to recover."
"Don't worry," I chuckled as I scuttled over to give her a peck, "We will finish quickly."
"I am not even close," Irje huffed at my proclamation.
I grabbed her hair and pulled her up into a sitting position. "Don't worry," I whispered from behind into her ear, as my other hand kept pawing at her breasts, "I will be everything but gentle."
"So you promise," She purred, turning her head to kiss me, "Now hurry up and do it,"
I captured her still-talking lips, pushing my tongue inside. We let our mouths battle as I slid my arm down her stomach. My fingers teasing her folds and quickly seeking entrance to her burning core. Irje moaned into my mouth as they curved in inside of her, both putting pressure on her clit from inside out and slightly lifting her body in the process of doing so.
Just enough for me to position a dildo right underneath and slam her back down onto it.
"Mmmmh, so much better than that stupid ball and it moves almost twice as much," She murmured in pleasure.
"Really?" I smiled back and pushed her down and away from me, "Show me."
She fell onto her face beside our relaxing and tapped out partner, leaving her ass up in the air. The wiggling toy clenched tightly with her nether lips and her entire body trembling from sensations it gave. It wasn't all the way in, however, so I pushed it deeper with my hand. And then more, forcing her ass down into the bed and her head into Yeva's arms.
"Yeva, sorry love, but could you cuddle with our not so little minx over here. I need you to hold her down for a bit," I asked as my hands worked on Irje's ass cheeks. Making sure that the toy was deep inside and vibrating all the time from the sensations she received. Her own Flow getting her stuck in a never-ending flow of pleasure. An orgasmic feedback loop, "And the reason why you feel it so much stronger is because I carved two sets of runes on each end. That way you can eventually control not only its position but direction as well."
And maybe more. My mind had eagerly provided me with images of Irje wielding flying swords, aglow with menacing light. An unbeatable foe for anyone who dares to stand in her way. A warrior of great renown.
Well, currently, the said warrior chose to keep panting wordlessly, caressed by the delicate arms of our lithe lover. Their ruffled hair thrown around in a mess of satisfaction. One exhausted and relaxed gently playing with the locks of the one being kept on edge with the magical toy.
The pressure between my legs reminded me that there was one more thing to do.
"Now on to the promise," I said as my hands retrieved the final item.
"Uh Erf," Irje twitched as the cork popped open. "Are you actually planning-"
"Shhh," I murmured as my hand spread her ass apart, pouring a little bit of oil in. "I made you a promise, didn't I? Quite a long time ago. I am sorry that it took so long."
She shuddered as the oil touched her skin, her breathing growing harsher with every second. A hiss as my thumb spread the oil around, a small whine as I pushed it gently in.
She clenched around me with a force of a magical girl.
"Relax my love," I murmured as my fingers kept teasing her hole, making her grow accustomed to my intrusion, "Know that you are in good hands."
In an unusual show of weakness, Irje grasped at Yeva, burying her head into her chest in a similar way Yeva had done to her before.
"Don't break her, okay?" Yeva lightly chided me while gently stroking the cougar's hair. "She is the only family I have now, beside you."
"I promise, love," I said as I massaged Irje worries away, "She is our family."
It didn't take that long for her to relax. My kisses and Yeva's caresses, compounded with a vibration of the toy inside, quickly turned Irje into a purring puddle.
A puddle that I slowly pushed my raging and well-oiled boner into.
"Oooh," She groaned as her feet shook and curled from my intrusion. "Gods save me."
I gently rocked myself on top of her, slowly sliding in with every thrust, but giving her plenty of time to adjust and relax once more. Mostly for her own sake but partially for myself as well. Irje was tight. Very tight. Magically tight. And I had no desire to lose anything in the process if she would clench her ass just a little bit too hard.
Usually, the physical feeling would be a bit lacklustre. The tight feeling of the entrance would be followed by the lack of pressure deeper inside, leaving the tip devoid of sensations. But not this time around. Not only Irje had both her holes packed full, but the vibrations spread across her body into mine. Making me aware of just how much excitement she had felt with every thrust I made.
"That is it, you are doing great," I panted as I started to pick up the pace, unable to hold still both from the pressure on my shaft and the ravaged look in front of me. The greatest pleasure of anal was always of a mental kind. The feeling of submission and the feeling of possession. Her athletic ass, red from my fingers, taking me in fully. The muscles of her back flexing with every thrust. Her desperate hands grasping for purchase.
The look on her face every time she felt filled to the brim. Excitement. Bliss.
Shame.
With a loud groan I exploded into her. Pushed over my peak from her own convulsions. The shuddering feeling of release as her ass greedily took in the entire load I had been building up throughout the night. Her face glowing red with the realization of what had just happened. Waves of emotion with every jet of semen I unloaded into her depths.
"You came," I gently teased her, "From me fucking your ass."
With an embarrassed mewl Irje buried herself into Yeva's arms.
"Good girl," I murmured slowly stroking her hair "You made me feel so good. And I am happy that you felt the same. It wouldn't be as great otherwise."
I showered her in kisses as she came down from the roller-coaster of emotions, making sure to temper any shameful feelings with words of praise. We lingered for a bit basking in each other presence as our bodies cooled down, taking a necessary break to clean up after. Both ourselves and the mess that was our bed.
"That was nice," Yeva murmured cuddling in afterwards, "I should keep you around more often."
I chuckled, "I aim to please, despite our hectic schedule. Perhaps, when this is all over with, we can have days when we can just do nothing but relax and recover from everyday life. Especially once our estate is built and the family and snake matters have been dealt with. Just imagine a quiet inner garden, full of flowers and birds. Or a cosy room, filled with soft carpets and pillows, allowing you to lay down and relax in any part of it."
Irje snuggled in from the other side, "I just wish that fate would stop throwing rocks into the pool of life. We could have had that already by now."
"We will come out stronger out of this," I promised, "And we will be ready for anything else. Anaise had shared with me a few more details about Flow and was quite insistent that I should not skip her future lessons. In fact, that nausea and hunger you have complained about in the last few days were most likely caused by your excessive use of magic. It is like exhaustion after work but in reverse."
"Huh. How weird."
"You're telling me," I laughed, "But we will crack that nut eventually. And these toys are just the beginning of it. Make sure to check the runes, From what I can tell their shapes are similar to what wermages perceive when they are casting spells."
"I see nothing," Irje huffed, "Does that mean I am not actually a wermage?"
"I don't know yet. Perhaps it is another skill that needs training, or perhaps there is more to the difference between wer and wermages, if there is any at all."
"What do you meant there is no difference?"
I scratched my chin in thought, "I think that wer and wermages are simply different forms of the same race. Just with varying ability to use magic. Almost like the colour of hair or skin."
I sighed and pulled girls close, "But my theories aren't important right now. What matters is that you can use it, and we will help you master it. Whether as a wermage or as Irje."
The silent hugs were my answer.
We talked a bit on lighter topics afterwards, until they fell into a restful slumber. But I stayed awake.
Still thinking as my fingers idly combed their hair.
Wer, wermages… what were you really?

Snusmumriken
Ooof this took me a while, got a bit